February 25, 1964, Miami Beach, Florida

From time to time comes the world champion in bulky weight, who scares Bejesus of all. Not only opponents, but the whole world. Charles “Sonny” Poston – like George Foreman and Mike Tyson after him – was one of the gigantic. Built as if it was cut off from concrete, the poston rarely smiled. Instead, Missouri’s former prisoner snarled. And its coronation, although behind schedule, was just as clear as any in the history of boxing. Floyd Patterson was a talented and popular king, but the poston was eliminated in the round. They had a rematch, and the result was – give or sacrifice six seconds – exactly the same. Many experts believed that the fresh master was unbeatable, even if you placed him in a time machine and adapts him to the best of every era. It wasn’t just his power, it was his style. He was more than just a indolent. Poston intelligently persecuted his victim, cutting off the ring and setting traps. When the fight with Muhammad Ali or Cassiusz Clay, who was known, the soul gave the newborn man a chance. In the end he barely survived against the relatively circumscribed Henry Cooper. Clay was installed as 7-1 weaker-a long chance in a race with two ends.

Palpitations

Clay was an wise man. He knew that Poston had all the physical advantages and usually came to fight the 19-release of an extremely confident novice. The pretender’s task was to remove part of this faith before even a blow was hit. Clay appeared at home Listona in the middle of the night and spat out abuse in the speaker. Liston was understandable that he would be furious.

Later, Ali remembered: “The poston jumped his head through the window, cursing, saw us and growled so deeply that it sounded like a roar of a lion:” Hey! Get out of my yard, black bastard! “

Initially, Sonny wanted to break Clay’s head. But this anger slowly dull the mind of the “great ugly bear.”

During the weighing in the morning of struggle, led by the Congress Center in Miami Beach, Clay increased madness. When Poston hit his Hercule frame on the scales, Challenger shouted at him. Even those whose abuse was not for purposes recognized by annoying tactics. Clay spread his mouth wide, stretching his mouth to the maximum capacity, while raising eight fingers to indicate how many bullets the master will last. Liston, never before about the forecast, declared his intention to win on two.

The Kentuckin was so manic in his approach that officials briefly considering dismissal of the fight. Doctor, Alexander Robbins, took Clay’s pulse and discovered that his heart was beating for over 120 minutes.
“It was so, although he was terrified to death,” Robbins said.

Go lubricated lightning

When Battle began, before the disappointing crowd of 8000, Clay was a revelation. Poston Dardał forward, throwing muscular arms at the pretender. But Clay circled around the ring, easily moving away from any danger before she pierced the postman with playful combinations. The predatory master was accustomed to turning the hunt and punish them to surrender, but it was quickly clear that this rival was different. Undoubtedly, after three tempting minutes, Clay fought for a monster and won the opening session.

“The first round was exactly as I planned,” Clay later thought. “I saw my strategy pays off. Poston approaches me like a bull, he throws wild blows … When this round was over, I knew I had him.”

But the poston would improve in the next two verses. He was successful, registering clay to the body and switching to the top. But everyone present sensed that nervousness was turned on. The master, previously not ailments, was bleeding from his nose and near the left eye – macabre souvenirs from the Underdog jumped weapon.

At the end of the fourth, however, Clay’s fortune fell. His majestic dance became clumsy. His eyes, once shiny concentration, blinked chaotically. He did not see, and after the end of the round he begged his coach Angelo Dundee to remove the gloves so that he could prove that “offenses”. There were suggestions that the ointment used to serene the sore arm Listona was on his gloves and was in the eye of the 22-year-old.

Dundee shouted at his charge to fight, collecting him from the stool and throwing back to the fight when the fifth began. Judge Barney Felix, who checked Sonny’s gloves, but found nothing, considered stopping the fight, this was Clay’s confusion.

“I shaken the world”

Cassius survived the crisis, his eyes cleaned up, and closed the next round in promotion. Teenage Clay regained his role as a teacher, showing a more experienced postman how to make fights. The master sensed that his title slipped when the skin around his eyes was bubbling with pain. He was now a desperate man. And when he sat on the stool before the seventh, his corner stopped the fight. Listona’s left arm was numb.

“I was the one who made the decision,” said Jack Nilson, manager of Lawnson. “Sonny was not tired, believe me. He just lost all the feeling in his left hand after hitting his left shoulder at the end of the first round.”

After hearing he won, Clay lost control. He climbed the ropes, a gesture with a gesture, and shouted with its size. Euphoria did not disappear quickly.

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After returning to his wardrobe, the fresh king turned to the reporters, distinguishing these – the enormous majority – who predicted the postman, will easily win.

“I am the greatest, I shook the world. I told you that I would do it. What will you say now? He will go in one? He will go for two? Well, I take him so much that I put him in the hospital and looked at Cassius – I’m still pretty.

“I burned more energy, thanks to which it is intriguing in brew this morning than I used to beat this huge, ugly bear.
“Oh, I’m great,” he continued, looking at the ceiling. “And no,” he frowned, “call it to be corrected. If he wants a rematch, he may have it.”

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