LOFTY GOT IT.

Auckland Star, Volume LXVIII, Issue 224, 21 September 1937, Page 15

LOFTY GOT IT.

PUNCHES AND ALL.

DON'T HIT A REFEREES

NOLAJTO MEETS TROUBLE.

It was a pity that Don Xoland (yes, he spells it with a "d") was penalised at the Town Hall last evening, just when he had lifted and dumped Lofty BlomfieJd in the seventh round. He was just getting warmed up to it; but wrestlers have to lu»ow it—they can't take even a heavy New Zealand referee lightly. Mr. Jack McLean had warned him that fist work was definitely not done (well, not that night anyway), but he would carry on, and when the referee butted in, he was butted out. And that was that, with the falla one each. Though Don Noland doesn't spell his name "Dan Nolan," he carries IrishAmerican as his nationality badge, and, in case anyone is doubtful, his trunks are Sinn Fein's green and gold. His reputation, too, might quite easily be compressed into "The Trouble," but Lofty has met harder trouble, and it wasn't exactly his Black Monday last night. Noland used his fist and his knee indiscriminately, but Lofty'e jolt and his knee was much more effective generally speaking, and once Lofty appeared to like the taste of green wool with a bit of Noland included. It was after that that Noland began to Waim up . . . "In" and "Out." Noland asked for trouble in ttie opening round—but he found the ropes handy when tt appeared imminent. After a bit of wristlock play Noland got Lofty over the ropes in a head lock, and let go a short right to the ribs as the referee intervened, but a moment later when Lofty got his chance at a little facial massage Noland was outside in no time, at all. He walked into a jolt as he returned, but took Lofty in a headlock, ripped in a •eries of kidney punches and made it a body scissors. As Lofty applied a double toehold Noland tried out hair and earpulling (with the referee saying "No"), finally breaking it with chiropractic exercises. His neck was jammed across the top rope for that, but Don got his own back with single-finger work—and smiled a nice smile before seeking the ropes when a hammerlock was applied.

I Lofty could afford to take it, even the rolling short-arm scissors that Noland opened the second with. He bided his time, applied a headlock, and then let it all go. Under five smashing jolts Noland hit the mat and called it bedtime when he was head-tossed for a press and fall. The third round found him up again—and introduced his knee. It met Lofty twice after a jolt had connected with Noland's I brawny chest, and Lofty went down in an armlock. He came on top again to ill-treat Noland's head, but Don went outside for air again; as he did a minute later following a lying splits on Lofty. Lofty went in with three jolts and head-and-rope work, and there was a flurry as Noland responded with uppercut jolts, but that ended as under more jolt medicine Noland offered a foot and had it tied in the ropes. Blomfield was again on top in the fourth, and Noland exhibited his degree course in agony tinder a wristlock, finger work and face rubbing. "No! Noland." Noland's time was coming. At the fifth Lofty went down in an arm-stretch, broke it with a standing splits and toehold, but Was held in a hammerlock. As he broke that four jolts in succession hit Lofty. He came up again, but was lowered under two double-handed chops to the top of spine—an easy victim io a pile-driver and press. A punch apiece at the start of the sixth and the referee said "Enough" to both of them —with another warning to Noland as he applied a strangle straight away. They were wanning to it. and, what's a warning anyway? That was where Lofty tried hie teeth, stopped a few more kidney punches, and let his knee have its way. Noland doubled up. That, perhaps, was why he looked annoyed in the seventh. Lofty handed out the sweetest jolt of the contest and a rabbit-punch, and said "Boo!'.' or something. That started it. Tn went Noland swinging rights and lefts indiscriminately to Lofty's body. The referee went in between and was sent spinning. While he was out of it Lofty got a few more. T T p rose Loftv —in Noland's arms, but as he was dumped the referee camp back with his final word. It aaid. "Mr. Noland (with a "d"), you're out." And he was. Solid Amateurs. The amateurs did hodi» solid work, which didn't get the crowd very excited until Williamson and Whitrombe livened things up. Mr. .Tim Brown was referee. and Messrs. G. Heald and Ashby acted m judges. G. Walsh (8.11) beat W. French (5.12) with two falls with presses in the second and third rounds. Walsh was the stronger, and wore his opponent down. K. Brewer (9.10) beat T. Govotka (9.12) on points, in a hard, testing match. W. Williamson (9.4) beat F. Whitcombe (9.6) by one fall with a press in the third round; a contest they made bright all the way. P. Hill (8.3) beat S. Roberts (8.3) by one fall taken with a press in the third . round. I