But in the third, Gonzalez was suddenly up on the balls of his feet, bouncing, unspooling long right and left hands around Robles’ flank – into his ribs, above his hip, anywhere he could find a purchase. Robles was still throwing, still seeking his opportunities, but Gonzalez was now slipping, moving and, most noticeably, advancing – sending Robles into retreat, putting his back on the ropes and letting his hands go freely. The old Chocolatito? No. But something much closer to it than we saw at the opening bell.
