Word: cassius
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...burnished brass, inset with ersatz rubies and emeralds, adorned his handsome head, and big block letters on the back of his scarlet robe proclaimed: THE GREATEST. A Squad of Coldstream Guardsmen snapped to attention and raised their long-stemmed silver trumpets. Then, with the fanfare ringing in his ears, Cassius Marcellus Clay stalked boldly into the camp of the enemy...
...tender scar tissue around Cooper's battered eyes. "I'm afraid our 'Enery will 'ave to 'it 'im over the bonce with Bow bells to beat 'im," admitted one Londoner. But Clay was so brash, so, well, so American ("That cripple," snorted Cassius. "I'll whup him like I was his Daddy") that Britons still paid up to 6 guineas ($17.64) for a rain-spattered seat, and raided the cooky jar to bet on Cooper (at odds ranging from 5-2 to 4-1). A 78-year-old lady even sent Cooper...
...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...