Life is a journey of complacency, achieved thanks to our experiences and relations, but the most seeking, showing courage and being fearless.

Muhammad Ali confronted the boundaries almost like no other man. He fought with opportunities, he stood challenging when most of them escaped and did not expose their beliefs about what would be more cozy, less complicated existence.

At the end of the 1960s, he was one of the most despised people in America for accepting the most powerful nation in the world, refusing to support the war in Vietnam and against communism.

But Ali, and then only in the twenty, did not fasten himself under the powerful wave of hostility – calling to be a traitor, the risk of his family’s security – and the threat of prison and taking his world heavyweight.

And now he is probably the most recognizable and recognized athlete in history. He is worshiped not only in his homeland, but everywhere.

The world, not just boxing, was lucky that he had it. Even muted by Parkinson’s disease, Ali retained an unusual and incomparable presence.

Nevertheless, I always wondered why a man would be so lovely and majestic to sport that would expose his handsome qualities or like a warrior so generously blessed with defensive skills and unusual reflexes, because Ali was always absorbed by too many blows on the head.

Those who insist, Ali’s career had nothing to do with his condition, could disagree. But when I look like his criminal fights Joe FrazierKen Norton, George Foreman, Leon Spinks, in particular Larry Holmes, and then thinks about his 61 fights, ending when Ali had nearly 40, and all the burdensome training and sparring that accompanied each test, there is no doubt that the boxer taught Muhamad a cruel lesson.

Even Ali, such an smart boxer, brisk thinker, masterfully brisk and absurd brave, could not avoid this blow.

In the ring he had stunning endurance, he could stab perfectly, throw an excellent right wing, hook and a combination at a time of amazing speed. But he wasn’t a substantial blow. He would usually have to connect several times in which Foreman may only need one. He fought his bad hands for over 10 years.

Also also rarely has ever attacked the body, and he was also a master-lifty master, clever in breaking the flow of the opponent’s attack and not always thrilling to watch. But he was an amazing showman, charismatically in his own world.

Was Muhammad Ali really the greatest? There were smaller boxers, more complex punchers, faster removals and those who competed longer and greater success.

Some will also argue that no one could do a blow like Ali. However, I believe that the unique powers of Ali Ali exceeded its durability.

For me, Ali was not the biggest boxer of all time, because he liked to brag so often. But he WAS The greatest man who ever fights in the ring and a boxer who made the most impressive outside.

Life outside the world in which they lead is a fight for most boxers when they retire. Ali suffered a withdrawal of competition, but he never attention.

Sure, he fought too long and against very challenging men in often cruel duels. He should have resigned after defeating the phrase in 1975. However, he led another six years.

The ring was his stage and the pulpit. It was just as comfortable with crowds and people as it is for his own skin.

However, like every person, he made mistakes. He said and did things years ago that today he might not have agreed. But Ali always defended his beliefs.

Regardless of whether in the ring or outside, Ali was unwavering challenging. But he was also dainty, compassionate, witty and generous.

Not only did those who met or met him entered the life, but also people who lived in the distant lands, who believed in different gods, talked about different languages ​​and had contradictory political views.

Muhammad Ali was not just a boxer. He was an artist and warrior of humanity. He was the first real Globetrotting champion.

Perhaps we looked at him in his later life and we were gloomy, but only because we compare what we see with how he was in its splendor.

How can a man who spoke so smoothly be so devastated now?

How did a man who stood so elegantly, statuesque and physically shining in his youth, maybe he was brought to a shocking start?

Like Ali, once so outrageously witty, delightful, addictive and brilliant, be so devoid of expression?

However, it really doesn’t matter because Ali was elated. His life has changed. He was no longer a boxer. With humility, selflessness and courage he threw himself with blows, and thus provided us with another lesson.

When he was in the ring, he never accepted the defeat, but he boldly lived without inhibition. Its form, movements and means of communication have changed, but remained the same being and unique.

No boxer has never shook the world like Ali and I dare say it, never again.

During the roll in Mexico in the winter of 1993, the great Robbie Davies was in Ringside in his Blazer from the games of the Nations Community. Behind the scenes, in a frigid room used by the student Matadors, Andy Holligan was preparing to fight the hero of all Mexico, Julio Cesar Chavez, for the title of WBC a delicate beef weight. There was no need for bookmakers.

At night, when he approached the ring, the fans were focused on the cheapest seats – not seats, only concrete slabs – around fires burning metal drums. I saw high flames, whenever someone spitted his lips full of beers in barrels. It was a vision of hell from my unthreatening seat, but Holligan had a sedate choice and knew exactly what he signed. “I’m not stupid, I’m fighting a living legend,” he said on Wednesday.

Davies threw his blows, screaming, delighted and dived during the fight. He was a man completely devoid of any concept of fear, that is. He was an ideal travel companion, and he just added a tight, tight blazer to its appearance.

It was a lost and painful cause, and at the end of the fifth round Arthur Mercante, the iconic judge, went to the corner of Holligan. Mercante told Colin Moorcroft: “I think this fight should end.” Moorcroft and Frank Warren pulled out Holligan. It was the perfect break. Chavez moved to 89 wins that night and without failures.

A few days before the fight, there was a run on the streets of Puebly with Chavez, a plain idea in which the Master of Mexico escaped, and thousands would go up to him and down the cobbled streets. It was an elevator from Rocky and there would be stray dogs, boys with shoes, jovial teenagers, cameras and publicity. It made sense; Brief gear, nice photos, and then a word with an idol. However, it turns out that I had the right attitude, but at the wrong height. At 7200 feet I finished after 10 minutes, catching my breath, sweating, fighting and drinking water, hallucinating on the stairs of the restaurant, which gave me chicken with chocolate last night. This is a local delicacy. The run was not nice and the chicken was not for me.

After returning to Maison Del Exportion, a great fight hotel, in which the management increased by prices by about 300 percent without any warning, in the Michael Nunn camp there was an augment in the crisis; The master was bulky, very bulky. He was in the steam room and went out, he looked exhausted and dangerously close to falling. It was a regular thing from Nunn, which had six feet and vast. And he lacked discipline.

The state of Nunna led to one of the largest lines of Don King, a wicked mixture of joke, grain and placement of the product. One day, on the edge of the pool, King was asked about Nunna’s problems with weight and could he recover on Saturday’s fight against Merqui Sos about Super-Middleight WBA.

“Sure, Nunn can soak his balls in frosty crowns,” King said as he pulled a bottle from a bucket of ice, water drips over his Safari suit. It was perfect. Nunn won, beating the sauce at points to keep his title. This was his last victory in the fight for the title of Master and only his last battle with Scales. By the way, Sosa is one of the bravest and the most fearless people I’ve ever seen live.

Hector Camacho and Oliver McCall were also on a long account; They were not guests in the same hotel. I can only imagine a party that I missed tardy at night somewhere in Puebla. I chose a reasonable tardy evening, found somewhere to eat and a place where competing Mariachi teams would sing a lullaby for almost every warrior you asked. It cost a few pesos to hear glory in their words and observe their actions. They tell the story of the fight; They put on imaginary bandages, go to the ring, touch the gloves and tell the action. These hypnotizing, and these wonderful, emotional songs should be called Boxeocorrido, the boxing version of the infamous Narcocorrido ballads, those devoted to drug traders and killers. I have no idea if Nunn, Camacho and McCall have their own catalog.

So many elderly, king’s elderly bills in the nineties had hidden jewels. In Puebla Derrick James, coach Errola Spence, moved to eight and zero, winning with the legendary Irishman of Danny Morgan. In the next fight for the title of world champion Terry Norris was knocked out by Simon Brown for the title of WBC Featherlight-Middle. Norris and Brown is the main event in any language.

It was a arduous, arduous night for Andy Holligan in this distant and hostile place. Chavez was full of respect after the fight, not calling Holligan “a coward, a bitch, a dog”, just like with Greg Haugen at the beginning of the year. By the way, Chavez fought six times in 1993, which includes a draw with Pernell Whitaker. In fact, he fought in Juarez six weeks before the fight in Holligan. It sounds like a warrior of the fifties, not very current.

Chavez would lose for the first time in the next fight, divided into Frankie Randall on MGM in Las Vegas. His troubles started away from the ring.

Holligan was then a British champion and lost for the first time in 22 fights; Only six months later he was beaten by Ross Hale, losing his British title.

Nunn lost his way after Puebla. In the process of having cocaine in 2003, it was claimed that in 1993 there was a year in which he developed a cocaine problem – it was, unfortunately, probably earlier. He was sentenced in 2003 to a stunning 24 years in prison for paying a secret agent of 200 bucks for cocaine; He walked for free in August 2019.

McCall had its demons for years, Camacho is dead. Don King met Mike Tyson again last week in Florida. In Mexico, they are still singing songs about Chavez and what he achieved in the ring, and with even greater attachments, arduous times from boxing. Even Saul Canelo Alvarez will never replace Chavez in the hearts, souls and minds of Mexicans.

“I liked the appearance of Tommy Milligan from the first time I saw him – his some aggression, his boxing skills, his precise hit, and above all a workers’ way, as he defeated the opposition.”

These are the words of Gilbert’s strange, the previous one Boxing news An editor who joined the staff in 1922 and had the privilege of observing the development of boxing for most of the 20th century. Such support says a lot about the quality of the warrior, and Milligan can be easily overlooked today.

Circumscribed film material with a one -time British and European medium weight champion shows him brutally battered to overcome the great Mickey Walker In the unsuccessful auction of the world title in 1927. What constrained material does not show that Milligan boxed cleverly to win numerous early rounds and probably ran points until Walker turned the tables and eventually he did not finish it at 10.

Born at Shieldmuir in Lanarkshire, but put up for a settlement from Hamilton, Tommy became a professional at the age of 17 in 1921 and quickly gained a brand around the Scottish rings. His first massive win took place in December 1923, when at the age of 19 he detained the former British champion of lithe champion Seaman Hall in six rounds in Belfast. He followed this two months later another massive win when he defeated the future British letter in the average Alex Ireland on the Waverley market in Edinburgh. Then appeared a 15-round competition in the prestigious National Sports Club Covent Garden (NSC), compared to Bermondsey Ironman Joe Rolfe. When Milligan detained Joe in nine rounds, his supplies increased and in four months he faced the prevailing British and European welterweight titles TED Kid Lewis in the match for the championship.

The program has set a attendance record in Scotland, because 20,000 fans have put in Hall Industrial Hall in Edinburgh to see Tommy’s titles with the title of Ted with winning in 20-cars points. Three months later, Milligan added the European Medium weight belt to its silver software, developing Italian Bruno Frattini, despite the disadvantage of stone in a match organized by NSC in Holland Park. Then, in July 1926, Milligan captured the British 11-pound crown with a length of 14 indefinite round of George West in the same place.

Tommy did two successful defense of his titles against one man, Ted Moore of Plymouth, who two years earlier went to a distance with Harry Greb at World Honors at the Yankee stadium. Each time he stopped Ted in 14 rounds.

The winnings prompted Tommy to his unfortunate challenge of the world title against Walker, and although the Scot was probably not the same warrior after losing with Walker-he only had four fights and lost his British and European titles in Alex Ireland-she was one last night of glory, which stands out, at least on paper, at least as Milligan.

In June 1928, as part of the Royal Albert Hall, he faced ponderous lithe, the great Max Rosenbloom. Rosenbloom, called “Slapsa Max” because of his open style, was, however, an extraordinary boxer, about which the legendary coach Cus d’AMATO once said: “[He] He was probably the smartest warrior I’ve ever seen, defensively. You just couldn’t hit this man. “

Well, in the ninth round Milligan managed to hit Rosenbloom, leaving him with a winding agony on canvas when he was counted. The corner of the Americans accused the low blow, but the judge said that the blow was justified, which means that Tommy won the victory of KO.

Was the blow low? Without the material, you can’t say. But the BN reporter noticed that the doctor examined Max in his presence before “he strongly stated that there was no trace of any injury because of foulm.”

In any case, the result decreases as one of only two losses in an unusual record of 274, max (207-39-26), the fact that Milligan can be proud of.