From all accounts, Miguel Cotto’s training camp is humming right along in Tampa.
But, clearly, the Boricua Banger is not as well equipped as he should be.
As Manny Pacquiao Coach Freddie Roach continues his attempts to invade Cotto’s rather large head, where are the earmuffs or noise canceling headphones that the Boricua Banger should be wearing to shut Roach’s psychological barrage out?
Roach’s prefight patter could give a turtle, even with the tiniest of heads, a massive headache.
Instead of tuning Roach out as he sends out disinformation disguised as smoke signals from the hills of Baguio City, Cotto seems to be taking in Roach’s words, all of them.
This is a recipe for disaster, something Cotto can verify with another Roach pugilistic propaganda victim named Richard John Hatton of the Manchester UK, Hattons.
Plucky Richard fell hook, line and sinker for the constant buzzing from Roach and you saw what that intake did for him. He lasted less than six minutes in the Manila Icestorm that surrounded his clueless head.
But surely someone in the Cotto camp will play Dutch uncle here and caution Cotto, who is an experienced pro, to completely disregard Roach’s verbal jamming.
Ay, therein lies the rub in the Cotto camp. There is no senior statesman on the Cotto team, at least not one who is in the training camp on a daily basis or sharing meals with the fighter from Caguas at his Florida lair.
Is the best answer to Roach the tiresome “he’s only Manny’s trainer” rap that Cotto has responded with so far?
Where did that come from, Clich? City?
Meanwhile, Roach continues his bombardment of confusion through the media. As an accomplished veteran, hailed as the leading trainer of his generation, Roach enjoys being boxing’s answer to Hanoi Harriet in Vietnam or Tokyo Rose in World War II.
