Something's bound to happen to you in a tough fight: cut eye, broken nose or broken hand or something like that. So you could make excuses out of anything, you know, but you got to keep on going if you're a champ or you're a contender.
Besides being a slum kid with no great education in anything except how to fight and stay alive and steal, I also had this temper.
You have to treat everybody the right way. Otherwise, you'll have a short life. God bless.
The world knows me as the Raging Bull.
I purposely lost a fight to Billy Fox because they promised me that I would get a shot to fight for the title if I did.
There's no pensions for old prize fighters.
