Low Blows: Lewis ‘The Croc’ Crocker
He hasn’t even made his debut yet, but Lewis Crocker is already knocking people out with verbal jabs.
The Belfast welter, who debuts at the Waterfront Hall on February 18th, took the Low Blows challenge this week and the big-punching 20 year old was a knockout.
Q: Hardest Trainer?
A: I had the pleasure of watching Carl Frampton in training camp for the first Santa Cruz fight last year and the work ethic he had was unbelievable. Conrad Cummings is a work horse too.
Q: Biggest Moaner?
A: Has to be Caoimhin Hynes. Every boxer hates making weight, but when that boy was making weight I even felt sorry for his girl.
Q: Funniest?
A: You’ll not meet two funnier people in the same room as Ruairi Dalton and Sean McComb. Training was a lot easier when you had the joy of listening to them two.
Q: Biggest Ladies’ Man?
A: Jason McKay used to have an encyclopaedia of girls on his phone. It was ridiculous the amount of stories and things he had on it. That phone needs to be dipped in holy water.
Q: Most Intelligent?
A: Mark O’Hara and Steven Ward have their heads screwed on.
Q: Least Intelligent?
A: We used to have to sign in after training down in the lunch hall, and it used to give me great joy seeing James Cleary spell his name wrong for ages.
Q: Hardest Puncher?
A: Thankfully I haven’t been on the end of too many big shots, though Paddy Gallagher can whack.
Q: Most Naturally Talented?
A: Michael Nevin. He’s everything you’d want in an amateur boxer, has a great attitude too. John Joyce is another who one who was born to box.
Q: Cheapest?
A: Really no one I can think of, there’s nothing worse than a cheapskate.
Q: Worst Dancer?
A: I used to room with Tiernan Bradley and he used to do this ridiculous dance that will never leave my mind.
Q: Worst Dress Sense?
A: All the boys who used to come down to squad training with their white socks tucked into their jeans and black school shoes. Too many to name!
Q: Biggest Messer?
A: Stevie McKenna would try and wind me up which resulted in me giving him several dead legs until I felt sorry for him. Then he would get 10 metres away and call me all the names under the sun again. He’s the most game kid for a beating I’ve ever came across.
