Jim remembered what Lewis had written about his fight with
Tommy Loughran. He repeated the reporter's words to himself:
"Loughran destroyed the unskilled New Jersey fighter. The fight
was a funeral with the body still breathing."
Lewis saw the look in Jim's eyes and stopped smiling. "I don't
fight the fights, Braddock. I just write about them."
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Jim stepped up to Sporty, toe to toe and eye to eye. "Save that
garbage for your readers," he said.
Suddenly, the door opened and an official pointed at Jim. "It's
time," he said.
Jim left the room, keeping his eyes on Sporty Lewis's. Sporty
stared after him, pale and shaken.
"That guy," he said to the official. "What a loser!"
Minutes later, Sporty was back in his seat by the side of the
boxing ring. A young reporter next to him asked, "Who's Jim
Braddock?"
"Get your pencil out, kid," Sporty Lewis said. "I have your story
for you: 'The walk from the changing room to the ring was the
only time tonight that Jim Braddock was seen on his feet.' "
•
"In this corner, Corn Griffin!"
Griffin jumped to the center of the ring and lifted his thick
arms above his head. The tall young boxer wore a confident smile
on his face. He was young and powerful, a natural heavyweight
with long arms and a big punch.
"And in this corner . . . from New Jersey . . .Jim Braddock!"
The crowd were silent.
When the bell rang, Griffin came out punching hard and
fast. Braddock danced and dodged, doing everything possible to
keep away from Corn's powerful punches. After thirty seconds,
Braddock decided that this fight was a bad idea. His opponent had
trained hard and was ready to fight. He timed his jabs and punches
to Braddock's body perfectly. Jim's only goal now was to finish the
fight without getting hurt. He had to be able to work at the docks
the next day.
Suddenly, a big left-hand punch from Griffin hit Braddock on
the side of the head. He went down. As he lay there, the clocks
seemed to stop.
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Jim remembered what Lewis had written about his fight withTommy Loughran. He repeated the reporter's words to himself:"Loughran destroyed the unskilled New Jersey fighter. The fightwas a funeral with the body still breathing."Lewis saw the look in Jim's eyes and stopped smiling. "I don'tfight the fights, Braddock. I just write about them."32Jim stepped up to Sporty, toe to toe and eye to eye. "Save thatgarbage for your readers," he said.Suddenly, the door opened and an official pointed at Jim. "It'stime," he said.Jim left the room, keeping his eyes on Sporty Lewis's. Sportystared after him, pale and shaken."That guy," he said to the official. "What a loser!"Minutes later, Sporty was back in his seat by the side of theboxing ring. A young reporter next to him asked, "Who's JimBraddock?""Get your pencil out, kid," Sporty Lewis said. "I have your storyfor you: 'The walk from the changing room to the ring was theonly time tonight that Jim Braddock was seen on his feet.' "•"In this corner, Corn Griffin!"Griffin jumped to the center of the ring and lifted his thickarms above his head. The tall young boxer wore a confident smileon his face. He was young and powerful, a natural heavyweightwith long arms and a big punch."And in this corner . . . from New Jersey . . .Jim Braddock!"The crowd were silent.When the bell rang, Griffin came out punching hard andfast. Braddock danced and dodged, doing everything possible toให้ห่างจากของข้าวโพดมีประสิทธิภาพเจาะ หลังจาก 30 วินาทีแบรดด็อคตัดสินใจว่า ต่อสู้นี้เป็นความคิดที่ไม่ดี คู่แข่งของเขาได้ฝึกหนัก และพร้อมที่จะต่อสู้ เขาเวลาเขา jabs และเจาะการแบรดด็อคของร่างกายอย่างสมบูรณ์แบบ เป้าหมายเดียวของจิมตอนนี้ได้เสร็จสิ้นการต่อสู้โดยไม่ได้รับบาดเจ็บ เขาต้องให้สามารถทำงานที่การท่าในวันถัดไปทันใดนั้น หมัดซ้ายใหญ่จากกริฟฟอนตีแบรดด็อคในด้านข้างของหัว เขาไปลง ขณะที่เขาวาง นาฬิกาดูเหมือนจะ หยุด33
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