|“I don’t change my tactics in ‘muay katchuak’ [‘rope boxing’]. I go in the same as if I were fighting in Bangkok: kicks and punches, and when I’m close enough, I’ll split his face open with my elbows,” says Wit, a local boy made dangerous, who has earned notoriety at Mae Sot’s annual fights. Back at the stadium, only a day after his triumph over a class fighter from Rangoon (Yangon), Wit is in the ring again, having answered the call for volunteers.|
|The refs have to jump in fast, because there are no points to deduct for foul play. If both boxers are still standing after five three-minute rounds, the fight’s a draw. Victory must be won by knockout.
Dark-skinned, longyi-clad Burmese, lips stained red from betel nut, suffer the defeat of their boxers in quiet resignation and passionately hail their victories.