[on what he learned after the
Muhammad Ali fight] When the fight was almost
reaching the end, I was out on my feet, I was blind from the two eyes,
I was bleeding from my nose, mouth and ears, Ali kept shouting, "What's
my name?" and, hoping that he would just finish me and end my
suffering, I answered to him, almost begging. "It's Muhammad Ali, it's
Ali, please, enough!". The most poignant thing during the beating
wasn't the punches or Ali screaming to me, but the fact that I knew
that my wife and family were watching at that ringside, the humiliation
hurt more.
