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SEALE - SANDALL MATCH.

The following- account of the fight taken from the Sydney Referee will no doubt be read with interest by onr Auckland readers : — Round I.— They sprang lightly to the centre is the ring and commenced sparring. Scale, as is pretty well-known, is a right-handed sparrer, and is always on the go, his movements beingr graceful and quick, yet withal looking a bit queer to the eye, so strongly acccustomed to seeing two left hand sparrers going. All through the desoription which follows it must be borne in mind by my readers that when I describe a left-hander of Scale's I am speaking of his c auctioneer,' he using that weapon where another uses his right. Sandall stands well out, and grips his gloves till the muscles of his arms stand out and work as if he was weight lifting. He gradually backed faoale into the corner, and let go his right at the jaw. Scale came it a bit and tried to counter with the leading hand, but missed, and Sandall' s blow landed pretty hard behind the ear. Scale slipped away, and after a few moments' sparring in the centre he suddenly let go right and left on jaw and ribs, and got away without a returnlightning could not be quicker. Sandall smiled as much as to say. ' You took me on the hop that time, but before the smile left his face Scale was on to him like a tiger. Smash came his right on Dick a left eyebrow, cutting it as clean as a knife. Bift came that wicked left fair on the jaw. Bang it shot again in the ribs, right on nose and left after it, and a torrent of ruby followed the hits. All round the ring he went, and like a plucky fool had not the sense to go down and save himself, while the hits came so faat that he could not get room or time to counter a cent's worth. Knocked fair through the ropes on the Coor side, he came in only to get more gruel and be driven towards his own corner. Halfway along the right-hand side of the ring as you enter the hall, after several tries half-round at the chin, Scale shot his left up- ' wards from the hip, where it always works with a crank-like motion, and copped him fair under the chin . His teeth could be heard to snap like a trap, and he went fair through the ropes on his back. Sick ! He was the best pummelled man in the world in the time. He rose before the ten seconds were up, and when the referee called ' time ' Scale seemed to think it was ' corners, ' for he went to his chair, and of course Sandall's seconds at once hurried him to his. The people started wild applause, the frantic cries of the referee could not be heard, and by the time he was understood, and the men stood up it really was 'corners.' The twenty seconds short saved Sandall from an almost certain knock-out in one round, though his i wonnerf ul condition pulled him through. j Round 2— Awfully busy were the two professors I in Sandall's corner, and awfully did he need attention. He bled so profusely at nose and mouth that no w iping could stanch it, and when he came up he was evidently very nervous, fidgeting very much. Scale evidently thought him a dead bird, ; forgetting his x'henomenal strength and grand condiah. He led with his right and tapped Sandall on the swelled conk, but was repaid with aright on the jaw that lifted him fair off his feet and brought him down with a thud. He hopped up like a Bhot ; but success had calmed Dick's nerves, and rushing to work with both hands he drove the champion all over the ring ; getting in some smashing- blows with both hands, and knocking him down no less than six times, the last being with a clean-swung right on the jaw just as corners were called. He staggered to his chair, bleeding and completely knocked out had not the spell saved him. Round 3. — After a bit of sparring Scale landed heavily on Sandall's mouth and dropped him. Dick was up sharp and some savage in-fighting followed. As Sandall drew out Scale followed him, feinted with his right hand at the head, and let go his left with terrific force, catching the Aucklander fair on the mark, and he fell with a gasping grin on his features, and foiled over half out of the ring. It looked 10 to 1 about his comin? up to time, but such was his grand condition that he not only did that, but he chased Scale out to the centre, and taking a left on the face, ho countered wiih terrific effect, knocking Scale fairly off his feet, and ' corners ' sounded as he scrambled up. Both had the taps on as they went to their chairs. Sandall s nose was lumpy and his eye cut, while Scale was discoloured about the sides of the nose, which was swollen and bleeding. Round 4. — Scale led p«t the ribs wit'i the right, but Sandall jumped away and it only just reached, and coming in Sandall let go right and left a la Scale, and down went Scale with a bang on his elbow. Ac Boon as he was lip, Sandall backed him to the ropes, where he got out of danger cleverly, anri being" distressed kidded he was worse than he was,evidently hoping to disarm Sandall and get in a hot 'un. He backed to the latter's corner, whe^e Dick jumped in and swung his right on the jaw, bringing Scale down heavily just on time. Sandall had now taken a strong lead, and was as fresh as jjaint, while Scale was very much used up, and his clever seconds were doing everything within human power to keep him strong enough to make a draw of it. Round 5. — Neither was eager, though Sandali kept backing his man ropewards, only to see his wonderful footwork enable him to slip away as. often as Dick had made up his mind to hit out . Several light blows were struck at long ranges, but not one good one, and the round closed harm lessly. Round 6. — There was a long spar. Scale recog nised the hopelessness of attempting to stop his powerful opponent now that his blows had lost their power, and kept away, striving to mako a draw of it. Every time he seemed inclined to bustle, Foley would yell at him, ' Steady, George,' and Sandall had the poor satisfaction of ehasr ing him all over the ring. Sandall was as i'resh as a colt, and trie other just the opposite. Every time Dick did rush in Scale would drop and clinch, and expressions of disapproval of his tactics escaped the audience. Round 7. — There was intense excitement as ■ Sandall sprang in to finish his man if possible. He hit him all over, raining his blows like lightning. Scale clinched and went down repeatedly. He got hold round the knees aud thence wenb to the floor several times without being hit. Then Sandall rushed him into his ( andall's) corner, and i landing his left with tremendous force downwards on the nose felled him. As he got up it was seen that liisnose was cub clean across, aud no sooner was he up than he got a terrific left on the right eye, which swelled and blackened instantly. At the same moment Sandall shot his right on the other eye, cutting it, and as Scale cleared himself he touched his forehead and Beemed -to claim that Sandall had butted him. If he did it was Ins own fault, because, he was trying to clinch, Foley *s

" B^le : of-gripping ;bo#e!| l iiaers : S^ggiigJ^^S head m out ; of .danger. Again' knocked him down, and. he^^ could; hSySISi in time, but corners saved him. • V ' f s :^ w |^| Ronnd B \andlast-During, the interval ;MeWl | strong New Zealand contingent, (and quite' hatt# the house were New ( Zealandera) cheered' lustily^ and urged their champion- to go in and- finish %iiSI man and if ever a man tried he' did. s -But 'ihSfighS'l he knocked Scale down Beveral times he clmcKea^ and fell from the clinch quite as often, and spenfel naif the round on the floor. Every .time 'fie. "goto up Dick went for him furiously ,"andthough : Ktgp|iM many home with both hands he conlQ r n6fge\ 'W% quietus on, and when time was called some aeconSg?^ f* a 6 three mil "ites were up, the fight enWaal lan^ aW mmenselv in favour of the New-'Zefc i*

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Observer, Volume 9, Issue 522, 22 December 1888, Page 13

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SEALE – SANDALL MATCH. Observer, Volume 9, Issue 522, 22 December 1888, Page 13

SEALE – SANDALL MATCH. Observer, Volume 9, Issue 522, 22 December 1888, Page 13