The long days of pain and regret finished for Yarde when Arthur went down in the fourth, got to his knee and tried to rise. He was a single heartbreaking second too late. It was a victory planned in despair and carried out with a desperate edge by Yarde on a night of high emotions inside the Copper Box in Stratford. The crowds are back and they got their blood-fight.
Last December behind closed doors, Arthur was too smart, on Saturday night Yarde was too aggressive; it was in many ways a simple tale of revenge. It was a fight at the very edge of a boxing dead end for Yarde and during the last 364 days of defeat, he has gazed too often at the boxing darkness, knowing that another loss ends his hope. The Commonwealth light-heavyweight title, a lovely piece of fistic jewellery, was the prize nobody was bothered about.
Poor Lyndon looked at the referee during the count like a man with a world of worries on his shoulders and not one single answer. He looked broken, not hurt. “He’s gutted, but he will be back,” promised Pat Barrett, Arthur’s uncle and trainer. Their relationship is deep, complex and shaped by blood. They both looked shocked when the savage four rounds were finished and they stood in the ring like a couple at the wrong wedding.
It is a simple fight story to tell; Yarde came out swinging and Arthur backed up, tried to counter. They talked to each other, they swapped jabs, hooks to the body and right hands. The rounds were fast. Yarde would simply not be denied. Arthur could not get his feet in the right place; he was being bullied and there was nothing he could do.
“I had a lot to prove,” said Yarde. “It was personal in there. I had to change the fight and make it my fight.” He did, he also had to overcame a long period of Covid suffering and death in his family. It was an emotional fight, which can be a real danger in a boxing ring; on Saturday night, Yarde’s desire was simply greater than Arthur’s resistance. Arthur was overwhelmed and at this high level, that is rare. It was not a fight of cute angles, plans and abstractions - it was simply about heart and desire. And all the best fights in our history are about the same two ingredients. It was gripping to witness until the end at 1.27 of the fourth.
Yarde had finished the first fight with a big 12th round and he started this fight fast, letting his hands go to body and head. Arthur smiled, shook his head when clipped and stayed calm. Arthur tried to slow the second round by getting a bit closer and reducing Yarde’s distance; Yarde shrugged him off and kept hammering away. Arthur was trying - trying to move his feet, trying to counter, trying to find some rhythm.
In the fourth, Yarde trapped Arthur on the ropes and let short uppercuts to the head go and then some nasty body shots. Arthur went down in a heap, alert but hurt. The count was efficient, a genuine reflection of the short time Arthur was over. Too often counts miss the two, three or four seconds when a boxer first touches down. The raised fingers of the referee, Bob Williams, flashed in front of Arthur’s blurred eyes. He looked shaken, but not damaged and then the final tenth digit was raised a fraction of a second before Arthur tried to stand. Fight over, revenge mission complete, loss total.
Arthur lost for the first time in 20 fights and Yarde stopped a man for the 21st time in 22 wins. The real prize in the East End ring was moving a very real step closer to a world title fight. Yarde has been there before, losing in Russia to Sergey Kovalev in 2019, but Arthur has been hoping for a world title shot since outpointing Yarde last year. The confusion, the promises and the delays in the damaged boxing system, added something to the fight; Yarde had to win, it really was that savage an equation. Arthur can come again; this was not his dead-end brawl.
Now Yarde will be a keen witness to the fight on January 15th between WBO light-heavyweight champion, Joe Smith Jr, and Lincoln’s Callum Johnson. The winner on Saturday night got that ringside chair and now the winner of Smith and Johnson gets Yarde. And somewhere in Manchester on that night, Arthur will be getting his body and mind ready for a return, knowing the loss has dropped him down the list, but not finished his career.
Boxing is a simple and brutal business of highs and lows and nobody in the old game at the moment knows that better than Anthony Yarde.