Working in close
after the bell, Little Red delivered one of his up-from-the-belly-button
righthand throat-busters, and Casta�on dropped to his knees. As he rose, Lopez
swarmed over him looking for the icemaker. But Casta�on kept his arms up and
his chin down and weathered the storm. Past the midpoint of the round, he
pushed Danny toward the ropes and landed another left hook, but the punch
lacked the snap of his earlier ones. Lopez slipped away, taking Casta�on with
him—and then it came: a short right cross that dropped the Spaniard in his
tracks. Such is the speed of Little Red that he landed still another right
before Casta�on's knees hit the blue canvas. The 10 count ended with the
conquered, returned to his corner on decidedly wobbly legs, looking a bit
sheepish at first and then crying bitterly into a towel draped over the ropes.
He is a brave man and a reasonably competent fighter, and the crowd gave him a
hearty ol�! as he left the ring.
"I could see
him going at the end of Round 1," Lopez said in his dressing room. "He
used every punch he had in the first round and he was open all the time. He
punches to excess, rights and lefts and open in between." In short, it was
just another scalp for the old lodge-pole.