Word: cassius
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...This Is Unbelievable." And that Cooper tried. Normally a slow starter, he rushed from his corner, nailed Clay with a flurry of whistling lefts that brought the blood rushing from yon Cassius' pretty nose. "This is unbelievable," a BBC announcer shouted into his ringside microphone. "Cooper is boxing magnificently." All through the first round and into the second, Cooper kept flicking lefts inside Clay's careless guard, keeping him off balance, forcing him to backpedal. The crowd howled. The BBC was ecstatic. "Oh, what a lovely sound for Henry Cooper here at Wembley. He shook Clay, and that...
...worried-just surprised. Toward the end of the second round, Cassius finally decided to fight, rapped a neat right to Cooper's left eye. A tiny cut appeared-and the crowd quieted down. In the third round, blood began running into the Briton's eye, blinding him, spoiling his aim. "Nothing very serious," announced the BBC hopefully. But both Cooper and Clay knew better. A smile spread across Cassius' face. The fight was his. But why hurry...
...Dazed, Cassius staggered to his feet. He started to pitch forward, but his seconds caught him and dragged him to his corner. Trainer Dundee doused him with water, waved smelling salts under his nose. Sixty seconds of convalescence -that was all. Could he answer the bell? "You O.K.?" asked Dundee. "O.K.," snarled Cassius...
...Cooper, over the referee, over horrified fans in the 6-guinea seats. "Murder! Murder!" they screamed, leaping onto their seats, pelting the ring with wadded-up newspapers. "Stop it! Stop it!" At last the ref stepped in. The round was 1 min. 15 sec. old-20 sec. short of Cassius' prediction. And groggy, gory Henry Cooper looked like a man who had just gone through the windshield...
...Price Is Right." Clay pranced about the ring, five fingers held high. His brother, Rudolph Valentino Clay, ran up with the brass crown; Cassius bowed his head to receive it-then thought better of the tawdry gesture and waved Rudolph off. As he left the ring, a bitter spectator swung at him. Clay ducked and grinned: "I'll take my pistol to you." In his dressing room, Cassius rubbed cold cream into his tender nose, vainly examined it in a mirror. "I've never had a bloody nose before," he said. "That left hook-I've never...