It was a long time ago – when I was five and said to my dad: “Dad, I will be the world champion.” He said: “Amigo, if you become a world champion, will always be the same, never change. Stay to earth.” I see a group of athletes and everyone is great, they think they are better than everyone else. I am like everyone else.

Then I was on the porch with my dad and he showed me the basics. After a while he told me: “You know what? There is one thing, you will be a champion.” And when I heard him he said that I told him, “I would and I would retire the master. Dad.”

So my best fight when I look back, this is the first time I won the world championship Muangchai Kittikasem. This boy can hit. I didn’t study him. When I fought, I never studied any of my opponents. I just did what I had to.

This was my first fight for the title of world champion and it was one of my most challenging fights, just at the first fight of “Chiquita” Gonzalez, when he knocked me down twice. But I had so much sacrifice that I thought: “As for the devil, I do on earth?” I came back and said, “I’m going to knock him out.” And that’s what I did.

Although it was my first shot, I wasn’t nervous with Kittikas. Do you know why? This is because I was too sure of my ability to nervous. Nerves are what scares people. Nervousness scares people.

I trained tough, and when you are confidence, you will relax and you can fight. When you relax, you will break everyone and everyone. It is not straightforward to relax, but you can learn.

I am still crying when I think about this day, on July 29, 1990, against Muangchai Kittikas in the Colosseum [in Phoenix, where Carbajal is from]. He doesn’t tell me to talk about it. The atmosphere was amazing.

It was electric. My dad never shows emotion, but that day he was on his feet and shouted. I loved it.

My dad is gone. He died in 1994 and wrote a lot. What I say makes me cry. Before his death he began to write and after his death I read the things he wrote. One of them said: “I have now become the happiest man in the world because my son became the world champion.” I knew how he was proud of me.

Although that night with Kittikas was the best, the fight I always wanted was with Ricardo [Lopez].

I have never realized that I would be introduced to Galeria Sław.

In 2006 they called me and said: “You are introduced.” Just then I started to cry.

I still don’t believe what I did. Everyone says, “You were a great guy” and people say, “You have a great heart,” but do you know where I see it? My parents. My mother and dad showed me how to respect. I’m not better than anyone else.

I’m not large. I hate athletes who think they are too good. I am like you.

I think it is a surprise that Scotland has produced very little high -class heavyweight. From Wales we had Tommy Farr, Joe Erskine, Dick Richardson, and recently David Pearce and Scott Gammer. Gary Cornish from Inverness challenged the British title in 2017, but before him there were not many of his compatriots who were good enough. Why this is so, it is a mystery.

Manuel Kid Abrew from Edinburgh approached. Pat Garrow in BN Memorial is ABREW, who wrote in 1990, a few weeks after the death of the boxer, described ABREW as “the greatest ponderous weight that came out of Scotland”, but “there has never been any growth of national joy with ultra-conservative Scots during ring success.

Abrew certainly mixed with one of the best heavyweight during his career, which lasted until 1947. He fought 75 times, with 52 wins, and during the first year he took part in 27 competitions, losing only five, when he grew out of medium to ponderous. He came from Leith, a busy Dockland area, only a few kilometers north of Edinburgh City Center. Leith had a reputation for producing excellent boxers, and Johnny Hill, Alex Ireland and George McKenzie hit the fist highlands just a few years before Manuel’s foreground.

Garrow said that he thought that ABREW was a victim of a well -known color bar and then enforced by the Control Council. Tommy Martin from Deptford, who fought at the same time as ABREW and with the same weight, is also often cited as suffering from the same fate. I am sure that due to the prejudices of the times that both ABREW and Martin were refused promotion opportunities that would automatically transfer to the white boxer, but I also think that none of them was good enough to get the British title even without prejudices that were forced to survive. Despite this, Abrew certainly caused a stir among the heavyweight elite in the mid -1930s.

In Edinburgh there were plenty of diminutive places where ABREW could cut his fist teeth, including Leith NSC on Mill Lane, Marine Gardens in Portobello and music in the city center. Significant competitions took place at Waverley Market, near Princess Street, and it was here in 1935 that he wiped his contemporary city, Alec Bella, then the Scottish heavyweight master, in 12 rounds in a duel full of bad. Abrew upset the crowd by Clobbering Bell immediately after they shook his hands after Bell got up. Despite the fact that two are residents, Bell was a favorite of the crowd, and the ending did not do much people on the side of ABREW. He saw a year with victories over Jacek Pettifer and Alfa Robinson, who were just below the championship class.

In 1936, Manuel began to mix at the highest level and after defeating the American Roy Lazer, a warrior who was with Joe Louis, he was knocked out by the great South African, Ben Foordat Humdinger in Leicester. He stayed from this failure and underwent a long victorious run in 1937, which ended with a Len Harvey competition. Once again, Abrew appeared briefly, losing in 14 hard rounds and a loss from Tommy Farr in 1939. Virtually paid by his title aspirations. Later, Manuel settled in London, where he became a chef, and was a great favorite in Leba, in which he participated with his brother Charlie, also a boxer, and both may be remembered by some older members today.

A blurred video appears on the internet, which appeared on the internet, the aged man, throws blows in a poorly lit room. It seems that he is in a dream and maybe he was, maybe he dreamed of the past, maybe trying to find out if he still has it. Jake Lamotta died on September 19, 2017 at the age of 95 and there are no more shadow boxes. He was one of the last links to another time, sometimes when Joe Louis was a heavyweight champion and every man wore a hat. Ancient Scoundrel survived them all, and now he is not there.

In his fight, Jake Lamotta, he was an impressive presence. He had a massive figure, highlighted by muscle plates glued on his hairy chest and wide pleat. He wore a robe with a leopard print on the ring, and when the bell rang, he took his business with a reckless warrior. Nobody had an simple time with a lamotta, even Sugar Ray Robinson. His life outside the ring was as turbulent as his fighting style. The son of an offensive father, Jake Lamotta, grew up needy, street smart and wild. The troubles were inevitable. He spent time in a reformator for youthful criminals, but did not reform.

Lamotta used women, including his wives, and defeated the man so seriously during the robbery that he thought he had killed him, an event that persecuted him over the years. Wine was a catalyst for his complex fighting style. Jake felt he didn’t deserve life.

This version of “Bronx Bull” was just a memory when he entered the Manhattan editorial office in the Ring Manhattan magazine in 1985. He was wearing a striped polo shirt and harm. With the exception of a retreating hairline and a few additional pounds in the middle, it looked almost the same as during his days of fighting. The experienced face like Jake’s is something that you will not forget, and his low ribbon was immediately recognizable.

Lamotta, who would celebrate his 64th birthday next month, was in a good mood. He just found out that he was finally voted for the boxer of the ring, 44 years after his last fight. The former medium and first man master who defeated Robinson has long been denied honor because he fought his fight with Blackjack Blackjack “Billy Fox in 1947.

Blackball Jake Lamotta was hypocritical when other fighters who were involved in established fights were already saved, including George Dixon, Abe Attell and Kid McCoy. Lamotta seemed to admit his crime. He did it in 1960 before the trickery of the US Senate leading to the impact of organized crime on boxing. You can feel that the boxing plant would prefer to keep his mouth closed.

Despite all the blows he took in 106 professional attacks, Jake Lamotta did not show any bad effects of his former occupation. His answers during the extensive interview that day were thought out, truthful and sometimes comic. He dealt with life as a stand-up comedian and could not resist throwing a little Shtick when he was asked if he regretted.

“I would never get married,” he said laughing. “No. No.

The wedding was one of the habits that Lamotta never kicked. When he died of complications of pneumonia, he married his seventh wife Denise Baker.

The uprising of Lamotta from poverty began when he changed the professional on March 3, 1941. Before he fought Fox, he already defeated Fritzi Zivic, Tony Janiro, Tommy Bell, Holman Williams, Lloyd Marshall, Bob Satterfield, Jose Besora and Robinson. Nevertheless, his refusal to cooperate with organized crime, which she had to strain in boxing at the time, was a problem that he could not solve with a blow to the lips.

“For five years I was an unacceptable champion,” said Lamotta. “Nobody wanted to try me … but the time is over. I got a little
Too aged. I wasn’t as good as I used to. I had to make a decision. Either I lose the fight against foxes or I don’t have a chance for the title. They offered me $ 100,000. I rejected them. I didn’t need money. I just wanted a chance to fight for the title. “

Even after Lamotta allowed Fox to stop him, it was not until June 16, 1949 that he received the promised fight with the prevailing champion Marcel Cerdan. The defining moment occurred in the first round, when Lamotta, who was known for his uncompromising style of fighting, threw Cerdan on canvas with what the historian Bert Sugar called “such a nice hip roller, as he was ever seen in wrestling fight.”

Cerdan wounded his left arm when he fell, making him practically a one -handed warrior. The Frenchman fought until the end of the ninth round, but he did not answer the bell at 10 .. Jake Lamotta finally fought to the top of the boxing world, but he had to give the mafia $ 20,000 to strengthen the contract. The only money he earned that night was what he won on himself.

It was supposed to be a rematch, but Cerdan died in a plane crash on his way to Fresh York from his house in France. Lamotta made two successful defense in 1950, winning a 15-round decision on the Italian Tiberio Mitri and by knocking Laurent Dauthuille in the needy moment of the 15th round. Lamott organized a furious rally from the last throw behind all three cards of results, knocking out the French pretender at 2-47. It was the quintessence of Lamota and the fight of the year. Lamotta’s joke about the fight with Sugar Ray has been surprised so many times that Diabetic was a classic, but there was nothing witty in their sixuta series. Although Jake won only the second fight, all six were tough to fight, and their fifth divided decision. The sixth with the title on the line was natural.

Robinson and Lamotta faced each other for the last time on February 14, 1951 in front of the packed house at the Chicago stadium. The master followed Robinson in an ordinary, gritty way, while Sugar Ray withdrew and counteracting. It was “trickery and guts, head versus heart and combinations versus courage,” wrote Sugar.

Lamotta fought for the first eight rounds, but Robinson began forward in ninth place. From that time, until she stopped in the 13th round of Lamotta, she took up such a terrible beating that the fight became known as the massacre of St. Valentine’s Day, named after the murder of Gangland Seven Men on the same day in 1929.

Jake was known on his feet when the fight was stopped, helpless, but still on his feet. It was a badge of honor for Lamotta, but just another night for his legendary chin.

Lamotta never fought for the title again. His bold position in Robinson’s last fight took everything from him. He lost three of the next seven duels and retired after Billy Kilgore became a room on April 14, 1954, because it can be expected that adapting to life was even more complex than fighting Robinson.

“I was a bit similar to Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde. When I was involved in boxing business, I was one figure. When I returned home to my children, I was a different figure,” said Lamotta. “After the end of my career I still had two characters and I had to get rid of one of them. I was frustrated. Before that I pulled her on my opponents. Then I started to go out to my wives.”

It was the beginning of a inheritance spiral, which caused Lamotta to take six months on charging in 1958. After she was convicted of presenting men to a juvenile girl at the nightclub in Miami.

There were many slim and unhappy years after his release. Bitka in films and public performances has dried. It became so bad that she wandered the streets of Fresh York in the streets of only 35 cents in his pocket, ashamed to return home because he can’t afford a tree or a tree.

In 1970, the situation changed positively when his autobiography, Raging Bull: My Story (Ghosted by Joseph Carter and Peter Savage) was published by Prentice-Hall. A hard-striking, tell-all book was well received, and in 1980 it was transformed into a film directed by Martin Scorsese, with the participation of Robert Deniro as Jake. Juicy Wola won the Deriro Academy Award for the best actor.

The film presented Lamotta warts and everything, emphasizing his volcanic temperament outside the ring, including the gritty Vikkie Lamotta (depicted by Cathy Moriarty), who was his wife while he won the title. “It was exaggerated,” said Lamotta. “I was a jealous guy and I threw my wives several times, but if I really spilled them, they wouldn’t live.”

The film put Lamota back into the spotlight. Sentiments about him, at least among boxing fans, clearly softened. When he was presented in Madison Square Garden before Marvin Hagler-Mustafa Hamsho in October 1984, Jake received a huge ovation.

“It made me feel good,” said Lamotta. “The reason for this is that the American people, or maybe the whole world, are for the weaker people. They thought I was weaker.”

Shortly after an interview, the Ring had dinner in Manhattan, where Lamotta was officially introduced. He wrote about it in the last chapter of his second book, Raging Bull II (Ghosted by Chris Anderson and Sharon McGehee). “And now, 36 years after I won the title, I was finally introduced to the boxing gallery of celebrities in the Ring magazine … It seems to me that it took a fresh, more forgiving generation to recognize my achievements in the ring, despite what I had to do to get a steady shot in the title.

“I stood in front of a diminutive restaurant in the city center, which I smoked before I entered my board. It was not exactly the Hall of Fame room in Madison Square Garden, but it was good enough for me.”

The decision to grant Lamotta his receivables was not widely popular, but five years later he was among the inaugural class of the newly opened International Gallery of Sław in Canastot.

Despite all the pain and misfortune, it can cause that boxing is one place where even a man like Jake Lamotta can find a measure of redemption.