Artur Beterbiev… the Canadian! | The Journal of Montreal

Saturday evening will be a very special one for Artur Beterbiev. It’s true, fights at Madison Square Garden are special. It’s true that boxing is special in New York. It’s true that meeting Joe Smith at home for another unification match is also something special.

But on Saturday we present him as world champion… from Montreal, Quebec, Canada.

“I’m a Canadian citizen, I’ve lived in Montreal for 10 years and the WBC asked me to indicate that I’m Canadian. We don’t want to talk about Russia,” explains Artur.

It doesn’t bother him. He’s Canadian now and proud to say so. But he remains deeply Chechen and Russian and lives with the contradictions of international politics.

In addition, he remains extremely demanding and hungry for victory.


Friday, 4 am It was worth spending an hour between Pixcom, Rue Saint-Paul Est, and Marc Ramsay’s Academy, north of Rue Jeanne-Mance. Fortune favors the brave.

Artur Beterbiev was in the ring with Ramsay and I understood why Ramsay suffers from a tennis elbow and that Sam Décarie sees the chiropractor so often. Making the gloves with these writing monsters is suicidal. Let’s say daring.

Beterbiev never slowed down. I managed to grab a moment of calm for Ramsay while Beterbiev went there from the laps shadow boxing. Artur came and sat on the edge of the ring for a minute and he was the one who said to Ramsay, ” one more “.

” That’s always the case. One more. Artur is special, to say the least. I myself have been forced to make progress. He always demands more. He knows that Joe Smith is a big customer and is preparing accordingly. As well always, Artur is always ready,” Ramsay explained.

Artur Beterbiev has been living in Quebec with his wife Medina and his family for several years.

With kind approval

Artur Beterbiev has been living in Quebec with his wife Medina and his family for several years.


Arthur is special. For example, one or two suras of the Qur’an prohibit lending or borrowing. Artur could afford a castle in Westmount. But it would still take his mortgage off. His faith forbids it. As a result, Beterbiev’s family lives in a nice, cash-paid apartment.

“I wouldn’t have time to take care of a house anyway,” he says with a smile.

But no debt, it goes both ways. When certain checks went missing in the trunk, like after his win at Casino du Lac-Leamy, and he had to wait months for payment, Beterbiev sat down with Ramsay on Monday after the fight.

“I told him I would wait until he was paid to cover the cost of my services. He said no. I owe you money, here it is,” says Ramsay.

Do not worry. Me Anthony Rudman is now Beterbiev’s attorney. It was he who negotiated his new three-year deal with Top Rank earlier this year. Artur will never be miserable.


Marc Ramsay’s gym is a boxing journalist’s paradise. Friday, if young animator Maxime Van Houte hadn’t been stuck in a radio studio, he would have lived Trip total. In the same gym I was at the same time with Artur Beterbiev, Oscar Rivas preparing for his title defense in Cali, Colombia, Christian Mbilli who will be an analyst at 91.9 on June 23 and Erik Bazinyan who will do so will bear the brunt of this evening’s final.

Two world champions and two world top 5s.

It’s almost unreal for a veteran who learned to love boxing from Robert Cléroux and read the exploits of Laurent Dauthuille and Armand Savoie under the flowery pen of Louis Chantigny.

I went from Gaétan Hart, Jean-Claude Leclair and Stéphane Ouellet to Beterbiev, Rivas, Bazinyan, Mbilli, Arslanbek Makhmudov and Co. And a stage with Lucian Bute, Adrian Diaconu, Jean Pascal, Adonis Stevenson… and Éric Lucas. Boxing is the new Quebec. A Chechen, a Colombian, an Armenian, a Cameroon-born Frenchman, a Russian, two Romanians, two Haitians and… a Pure Laine. And the promoter Camille Estephan is of Lebanese origin. Far from Régis Lévesque, my Réjean…

Beterbiev and Makhmudov have to learn to get by a bit with French and we will have a portrait of this new society, which is scary at times but produces children from Quebec.

A memorable Friday afternoon.

Well done Shawinigan!

Shawinigan is my favorite city in Quebec after Chicoutimi. Rimouski, Havre-Saint-Pierre and Falardeau follow.

Shawinigan was founded to become a city of 200,000 people. The nationalization of electricity in 1960 changed the plans of American companies. But the city planners had already designed a city along the lines of New York. Hence the avenues and streets, the 5ethe 7the, Broadway. Be on the corner of 8the and Broadway, it’s still a long way from Madison Square Garden.

The cup

But Shawinigan won the President’s Cup while New York won’t win the Stanley Cup.

I know Roger Lavergne, the President, Claude Vallée, Camille Estephan and several other leaders of the Cataractes. The chicken from Lavergne was the best in the Mauricie, the cured meat from Vallée is the best in Quebec at least and Camille Estephan, a new investor in the Cataractes with her daughter Emmanuelle, won a trophy in her first year.

Geoff Molson should call him and ask him about it.

Happy Cataracts! Continue to educate and instruct the young people entrusted to your care, and all will be better off.

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