If You Lose A Big Fight, It

I Was Lucky, From The Age Of 12 I Had Boxing Talent And Was Good For My Age.

A Long Time Ago, I Took A Walk Down A Street In Harlem In New York City. I Came Upon A Man Who Asked Me For A Dollar. He Had Asked A Few Other People Before Me, But They Only Passed Him By Without Glancing His Way. I Stopped And Handed The Man Some Money. As I Began To Turn Away, He Reached Out And Shook My Hand. He Looked Me In The Eyes And Said, "i Will Bless You." Now, I'm Not Saying That Was God Himself. But How Do We Know That It Wasn't Someone Working For Him, Walking Around In Disguise, Just To See What We Would Do?

Will Be A Divine Fight, A Holy War...armageddon On A Miniature Scale.

I Make Predictions About What I'm Going To Do Before A Fight, That Makes Me Nervous Because I've Gotten So Good At It Until People Really Look For Me To Do It.if I Say The Man's Going To Fall In Round Five, Like Your Man Henry Cooper Here, He Was Stopped In Round Five But It Was On A Cut - It Wasn't Because He Was Out. But Usually 'm On The Spot With My Predictions And Some People Really Gamble And Bet Money On The Rounds I Say.

Boxing Is Just To Introduce Me To The Struggle. Like, When I Speak I Draw People In The States To Teach Them Various Things Or To Give Them Dignity, Pride And Self-help. I Have To Help The Dope And Prostitution Problem.