When Pat Bradley hit them, they stayed hit

Photo: Bert Cox Collection

Weight: middleweight
Country Ireland
Residence San Francisco, California, United States
won 15 (KO 14) + lost 12 (KO 7) + drawn 3 = 32
rounds boxed 236 KO% 43.75

Fights At Stadium:
(Bert Cox Collection)

Jean Adoucy ko 8 08 Feb 1913
Charlie Godfrey ko 1 05 Mar 1913
Jack Clarke ko 12 19 Mar 1913
Sid Stagg ko 13 10 May 1913
Jim Sullivan ko 1 05 Jul 1913
Jerry Jerome ko 13 13 Sep 1913
Dave Smith lpts 20 25 Oct 1913

Eddie McGoorty lpts 20 08 Feb 1914
Jeff Smith koby 16 13 Apr 1914
Frank Loughrey koby 8 12 Dec 1914

N. Simpson lpts 20 14 Aug 1915

The following article is from an undated newspaper, probably The Referee.



A Wonderful Plodder with Remarkable

Patience and Endurance



When I hits ‘em they stays hit” was not exactly the motto of Pat Bradley, the welterweight who carved such a swath in the ranks of the welterweights and middleweights of Australia,England and America close on 20 years ago, but if ever a boxer should have had it emblazoned on his crest - that is, of course, if he had a crest - it was the same Pat Bradley.

For if he had had to depend on points decisions to build up a reputation he would never have left the novice class. He was the finished knockout merchant if ever there was one - a real one-punch man in every sense of the term - and whether he landed properly with left or right the recipient stayed put and took no further interest in the proceedings.

** Article taken from press clipping. Newspaper and author unknown.



ust as familiarity breeds contempt, so does over-respect cause a boxer to fight within himself and present himself to the world as a stultified edition of what otherwise would be a fine fighting machine.

Take the case of Eddie McGoorty, American boxer and fighter with a knockout in either hand and Pat Bradley, another American who was essentially a fighter with a terrific punch, an infinite capacity for taking punishment, and a native ring cunning that made him an awkward customer to handle and a dangerous man at all times!

Bradley stayed twenty rounds with McGoorty, yet the American had no difficulty in sending Dave Smith, who gave Bradley one of the trouncings of his young life into dreamland inside a round on two occasions. And on top of that Jeff Smith another American middleweight who, although McGoorty’s master, was not credited with being the knockout artist McGoorty was, gave Bradley the father of a hiding and made it necessary for the police to intervene in the sixteenth round.

That McGoorty found himself in this position was due to the fact that he developed over-respect for a punch - not without cause, it must be admitted - and permitted it to affect his fighting to such an extent that he had to be satisfied with a points decision when he should have won early with a knock-out.

ust about this time - early in 1914 - Bradley was bowling the welterweights and middleweights of Australia, America, and England over like nine-pins. He was no respector of persons. And when he entered the ring he had only one idea in view, and that was to annihilate his opponent in short order. Those swings of Bradley’s were dreadful things to contemplate, and when one landed, there was hardly ever a mistake - the full count followed. And unlike the average fighter he could not “pull” a punch: he could not “stall.” And box along quietly: every punch was fully loaded, and although they were sometimes erratic, they were always a deadly menace whenever they were about for no matter where they landed, they hurt.

Boxer after boxer had gone down under the weight of that punch, and as far as he was concerned, what was virtually a reign of terror existed. The men round and about his weight were not exactly afraid of him, but although one and all knew that they ought to beat him in ordinary course of event, the menace of that punch was a nightmare to them. They knew they should not get caught with it, but so many good men had fallen victims that the thought was ever present that any one of them-----answer the call of the wild but devastating swing. But when the match with McGoorty was arranged, Australia as a man thought the hoodoo would be ended, for the night at any rate and that Bradley would be forced to swallow some of the medicine he was so fond of dispensing. Nobody imagined for an instant that McGoorty the Puncher would be infected with the terrors of a mere punch, and they looked to him to polish Bradley in that masterly manner that had been evident whenever he entered the ring. Consequently the meeting was regarded as likely to provide a rare fight - while it lasted, which was not expected to be very long.

But the crowd reckoned without their Bradley, without the far reaching effects of his punch. For, despite that he could have scorned the idea that he was troubled, it was obvious throughout the contest, which was decided at Sydney Stadium on Feb 7th 1914, that the possibility of it bringing him the loser’s end of the gate was never out of McGoorty’s mind.

Not that he fought badly. Far from it. But there was a reserve that had never previously been present and although he punished Bradley severely in every round, there was always a sufficiency of respect that prevented his going right after his man and completing his job in the workmanlike manner that was characteristic of him.

That punch had him in its tolls and kept him within bounds that were foreign to him.- caused him to refrain from opening out with that liberty that would probably have meant an early finish.

Round after round McGoorty pasted his man unmercifully. He hit him with everything he possessed - hooks, swings, jabs, jolts. There was nothing that did not end up on some part of Bradley’s anatomy and even allowing for the toughness of the recipient, there was always lacking the real McGoorty touch, that finished punching that made the difference between the horizontal and the perpendicular.

So the fight went on - one-sided and uninteresting. The huge crowd was more or less disgusted. They had smelt blood, and wanted it. But when they realized that they were not going to get it they contented themselves by gambling against the possibility of Bradley seeing the distance out. In this way they developed a renewed keenness in the contest, a keenness that was intensified when Bradley, despite the hammering he was constantly subjected to, every now and then narrowly missed the opposing jaw with one of his ”haymakers”

Bradley was always dangerous. This McGoorty knew, and notwithstanding that he had the strength, ability, and punching power to ease the burden that was troubling him so greatly, there was always lacking that freedom that kept Bradley on his feet. And so Bradley saw the 20 rounds out, a performance a punter could have written his own ticket about before the fight when it was difficult to wager on a knockout in a specified number of rounds.

What a different attitude was adopted by Jeff Smith when he met Bradley on April 11 of the same year. In the interval, Smith had beaten McGoorty in the famous fight in which McGoorty had been given the decision, to have it repudiated the world over: but despite that, he had handled McGoorty in most finished manner, and boxed and fought him faultlessly, he was still regarded as his inferior in the knock-out department of the game. It was conceded on all sides that he must beat Bradley, barring accidents, but in spite of all his cleverness and shiftiness the thought was always present that one of those accidents that Bradley was so prone to encouraging would assuredly happen.

Miscellaneous Notes

In the 1930’s he worked on the “SS Mariposa” on which most of the overseas boxers arrived in Australia.

Copyright Mike Hitchen, Lane Cove, NSW, Australia. All rights reserved