Several years ago Freddie Roach, in a radio interview I heard, said he hoped his star pupil Manny Pacquiao was only going to fight one or two more times because he wanted to make sure Manny never got hurt. Roach, a brain-damaged former fighter, has evidently revised the career blueprint to one or two fights a year as long as Manny can eventually stand up after a devastating knockout and win most of his other matches. That’s okay, I suppose. That’s boxing. Roach is addicted and so’s Manny. Their next thrill comes against tall welterweight Chris Algieri, long-armed with a 72-inch reach on a 5-feet-10 frame. Like most observers, I may be addicted, too. I won’t be thinking about the ballet Saturday evening. I’ll be wondering if Manny, who’ll yield five inches in reach, can get inside and regularly hurt slick Algieri who, after surviving a couple of early knockdowns, decisively outboxed brutish Ruslan Provodnikov. Most boxers and fans have another difficulty besides walking the other way. They usually pick the guy they want to win. That’s what I’m doing. I want Manny’s to be too strong and quick and tough for the slender New York dancer. I think I’ve convinced myself. I doubt he’ll knock out Algieri in the first round, as Freddie Roach claims Manny told him he would. But I think he’ll rough him up while slipping most of the punches Provodnikov ate. I think Manny Pacquiao will win. I don’t know if Algieri will still be standing.