Daniel Cann

Muhammad Ali transcended sport, when he literally became the most famous man on the planet. The road to that remarkable achievement was a long and winding one with plenty of bumps along the way, but without doubt he captivated both boxing and non-boxing fans with his prodigious talent, good looks and his outspoken personality. He was the most flamboyant showman, the most outrageous and unashamed self-publicist and perhaps its most gifted performer.

Boxing in the early 1960s was in big trouble after the deaths of Davey Moore and Benny Paret, both in televised world title fights. The backlash that followed these two tragedies really threatened the decline and end of the sport. To say that Ali singlehandedly saved boxing is perhaps an exaggeration but his emergence on the scene and the way in which he captured the public’s imagination with his playful personality and tongue-in-cheek antics in and out of the ring played a big part in the sports revival. Put simply Ali was boxing in the 1960s and 1970s.

In a distinguished amateur career he won Golden Gloves tournaments and more importantly the Olympic Gold medal in the 1960 Rome Olympics at light heavyweight. Thanks to television the world got a chance to see the heavyweight who moved with the speed and grace of a bantamweight. The world was also treated to the ‘Ali Shuffle’ a piece of showboating that would feature in many later professional fights.

As he developed it was soon evident that he had outgrown the light heavyweight division and in October 1960 he turned pro beating local policeman, Tunney Hunsaker on points at the Freedom Hall State Fairground in Ali’s hometown of Louisville. No one in the audience that night could have anticipated that the raw, brash, but undoubtedly talented youngster would go on to become the most famous sports figure in history.

After being interviewed on radio Ali became aware of fellow interviewee the wrestler ‘Gorgeous George.’ Impressed by the histrionics and hyperbole of the fast talking wrestler Ali saw a way of getting more attention and drawing the crowd and media to his contests. He developed his own cocky, brash alter ego at odds to the very serious, determined and disciplined young man that he really was.

Ali began to predict the round in which his opponents would ‘fall’ becoming unnervingly accurate. This in itself began to get the attention of the media and boxing press. That he was talkative, approachable and extremely accessible helped too. In no time a lot of people were talking about the cocky young prospect. Half of them wanted to see him lose whilst the other half were thrilled by his dancing displays as he seemed to glide across the ring, making his opponent miss before punishing him with hurtful counters.

The opposition improved and so too did Ali in confidence as well as physically. In November 1962 he beat former trainer and world light heavyweight champion, the legendary Archie Moore (now admittedly a faded 49 years old) in four one-sided rounds (‘Moore in four’ Ali had predicted).

1963 was a little different as he had a struggle against highly ranked world contender Doug Jones who took him to a close, controversial ten round points decision win in New York City. Next up was an eliminator for the world heavyweight title against popular British and Commonwealth champion, Henry Cooper. Cooper was a 29 year old southpaw renowned for his punch nicknamed ‘’Enery’s Hammer’ a devastatingly effective and concussive left hook.

For three and three quarter rounds Ali had a slight edge, boxing well on the retreat picking up points, avoiding Cooper’s jabs and countering effectively. A cut was opened up over Cooper’s eye in the third and into the fourth round the injury was getting worse. In the last half minute or so of the round Cooper caused a sensation by connecting with his vaunted left hook sending a glassy eyed Ali to the canvas with a thud. Ali managed to get up at about three or four and fortunately for him the bell rang to end the round.

In his corner he still did not know where he was as he attempted to stand up only for cornerman Angelo Dundee to force him to sit down on his stool again. As they worked frantically on Ali illegal smelling salts were administered and then, looking for any edge to save his young charge, the shrewd Dundee pointed out a split to one of Ali’s gloves. There has been lots of debate and controversy about the split glove, some accounts saying that several minutes elapsed whilst they were replaced. What actually happened was that Dundee actually bought his still dazed and groggy 21 year old fighter valuable extra seconds to clear his head.

Once round five commenced Ali’s senses returned and within moments blindingly fast, accurate and ripping punches opened up Cooper’s cut even more to the point where many at ringside pleaded with the referee to stop the fight. With Cooper battered and bleeding referee Tommy Little did so.

It had been a rude awakening for the young fighter and thanks to the experienced Dundee Ali’s ring career and shot at the world title was secure. He was seconds away from disaster and was perhaps the closest he ever came to getting knocked out. Eight months later Ali was looking across the ring at one of the most fearsome and feared world heavyweight champions in history in Sonny Liston.

Their bout took place on 25 February 1964 at the Convention Hall, Miami Beach, Florida. Hardly anyone gave the young upstart challenger a chance. They pointed to Liston’s destruction of every top heavyweight contender on his way up to the title and his two dramatic and devastating first round knockouts of Floyd Patterson. Liston was a wrecking machine and the gangling, fast talking youngster was cannon fodder.

This fight would become famous for yet more controversy and Ali was saved again thanks to shrewd corner work once again from chief second, Angelo Dundee. For four rounds Ali confounded the experts by dancing and circling around the menacing Liston, peppering him with left jabs and right crosses. Liston was getting worked over and one of Ali’s punches opened a cut under Liston’s left eye which was also beginning to swell shut. Liston was beginning to resemble a wounded, snorting bull to Ali’s matador.

At the end of the fourth round things suddenly did not look so bright for the young challenger. He screwed his face up in pain and complained frantically that he could not see and that his eyes were burning. ‘Cut them off Angie!’ Ali pleaded to Dundee, holding out his gloves. It looked pretty desperate. It was not the first time an opponent of Liston would complain of a burning substance being rubbed into their eyes. Top contender Eddie Machen was outpointing Liston and boxing well in their contest a few years earlier before he claimed that he had suffered from an illegal substance being rubbed into his eyes. Liston rallied and went on to win their fight. No foul play was ever proved, but here we were again with a Liston opponent suffering with the same predicament.

Thankfully, as in the Cooper bout, Dundee’s clear thinking and calmness saved the day. He dug his pinkie into the affected area and lightly touched his own eye. His suspicions were immediately confirmed: Liston’s gloves had been ‘juiced.’ Dundee thought fast, he had less than a minute to save his fighters chance. It was unlikely he would be granted another tilt at the title not while Liston held it after giving the champion so much trouble. It was now or never. Dundee administered a soaking sponge over both eyes and literally pushed Ali out of the corner at the bell for the fifth round.

The referee confirmed that he was moments away from stopping the fight such was the delay in Ali leaving his corner. ‘Get on your bicycle son!’ Dundee bellowed. For the next three minutes Ali showed why he was such a great fighter and would become such a great champion. He extended his left arm, using the heel of his glove to keep the onrushing and desperate Liston off. He danced, held and fought in survival mode taking some meaty hooks from the dangerous champion.

Towards the end of the round the pained, squinting and grimacing expression was replaced with a scowl and a frown of concentration as Ali regained his vision. It was now Liston’s turn to be on the receiving end. By the end of the fifth Ali was back to stalking the champion and Liston’s last desperate gamble had failed.

In the sixth round a fired up Ali battered the tiring Liston from pillar to post. The 32 year old champion (some say he was a lot older, a birth certificate was never produced and the illiterate Liston claimed he never knew his exact date of birth) suddenly looked a lot older. He was blowing hard at the bell and his left eye was nearly swollen shut. He seemed booked for a one-sided thrashing now that his chance had gone. Ali was just too fast for him.

‘That’s it.’ Liston said in the corner. His cornermen misunderstood him thinking he meant that he was not going to take any more punishment from this young pretender to the throne and he was going to fight back in the seventh.

The seventh round never got started. A cornerman put his gumshield in his mouth only for Liston to spit it out. Now they understood what he meant. The world heavyweight champion, the invincible and indestructible Sonny Liston had quit on his stool. The last time this had happened it was 1919 and champion Jess Willard had got off the canvas seven times in the first round against challenger Jack Dempsey but did not quit until the end of the third round when he was cut over both eyes, had suffered a broken jaw, missing teeth and several broken ribs. Liston’s excuse for not coming out for more was a ‘damaged shoulder.’

Ali went into histrionics, jumping up and down and running around the ring yelling at reporters at ringside ‘I told you I was the greatest!’ and ‘Eat your words!’

He had met the most feared heavyweight boxer in history, fighting through a particularly (underhand) rough patch and emerging victorious. Up until this contest he had been known as Cassius Clay but afterwards he changed his name first to Cassius X and then to Muhammad Ali. The white establishment, unhappy with former champion Liston’s mob ties now had a world champion who was a Muslim. Nowadays no one would bat an eyelid but back in 1960s America where segregation and persecution in many States was still rife having a Muslim champion caused a great deal of unjustified unease.

Ali’s friend and spiritual mentor at the time was Muslim minister, Malcolm X who has since enjoyed a more balanced appraisal. A the time he was feared and misunderstood, many believing him a dangerous radical and a bad influence on the young 22 year old champion.

White middle class America may not have approved of Ali’s associates but he was not after their approval. Instead he set about proving himself to be a true world champion defending his title in America, Canada, Britain and Germany seeing off challenges from many top boxers.

Sonny Liston was first in the rematch which again ended in controversial circumstances, Ali winning by stoppage in the first round. Many claimed the punch that knocked Liston to the canvas was a ‘phantom’ punch, the referee, former world heavyweight champion Jersey Joe Walcott made a mess of officiating, nearly losing control of the contest before stopping it on the advice of the then ‘Ring Magazine’ Editor Nat Fleischer who explained that Liston had been knocked out.

While Walcott listened to Fleischer Liston and Ali had began fighting again. It was a real farce and a black eye for the sport and the issue has never been satisfactorily resolved. Fleischer had no authority whatsoever and a more experienced referee would not have been so easily swayed. There were disgusted cries of ‘Fix!’ from the crowd and many felt that Liston had deliberately ‘thrown’ the fight. Liston took the truth with him to the grave as he died in mysterious circumstances five years later in 1970, many claiming he was the victim of a mob ‘hit.’

Normal business resumed and successful and impressive defences followed against the likes of: former champion Floyd Patterson (wrsf 12), George Chuvalo (wpts 15), Henry Cooper (wrsf 6), Brian London (wko 3), Karl Mildenberger (wrsf 12), Cleveland Williams (wrsf 3), Ernie Terrell (wpts 15) and Zora Folley (wko 7). In three years Ali had fought and convincingly defeated everyone that was put in front of him. He ducked no one and kept a busy schedule of about four title fights a year. His footwork, hand-speed, sharp punching, durability, tenacity and stamina were unrivalled. At 25 years old he should have been looking forward to his peak years as a professional instead he was about to go head to head with Uncle Sam.

Ali caused outrage (in the eyes of white middle class America) when he refused induction into the United States Army famously saying ‘I ain’t got no quarrel with them Viet Cong.’

The sports so called governing bodies then stripped him of his two world titles declaring them vacant and setting up rival tournaments to find his successor. Ali spent the next three and a half years fighting in the courts instead of the boxing ring and lost a fortune in ring earnings and endorsements. More importantly, as Angelo Dundee astutely pointed out Ali lost perhaps the three best years of his career.

We will never know just how good Ali would have been during this time. All I can say subjectively is that an Ali that was even better than the one that destroyed Cleveland Williams in 1966 in what many regarded as his finest and most flawless display of ring prowess is an awesome prospect.

It is tragic from a selfish point of view as a fan to ponder what might have been. I have to point out here that other boxers lost valuable years from their careers thanks to external circumstances: Joe Louis was drafted into the army as was Billy Conn, Willie Pep lost eighteen months thanks to a horrific plane crash, Sandy Saddler was drafted for two years into the army whilst still champion and at his peak so what happened to Ali was not without precedent.

Other fighters had suffered the same, but that does not make it right. In Ali’s case it was all down to petty politics and the establishment wanting to make an example.

Over the three and a half years he was out of the ring, anti-war feelings grew in America. It was the time of hippies, ‘flower power’, Woodstock and ‘Give Peace a Chance.’ Liberal America was devastated by the deaths of Martin Luther King and Robert Francis Kennedy both by assassin’s bullets. Ali was increasingly seen as a campaigning hero whose views were now shared by the majority of America’s youth. It was clear that he was a man of strong and deeply held convictions as he was struggling financially yet still did not sell out or alter his stance.

By 1970 the government had relented and the boxing commission granted him a licence: the Ali Comeback began in of all places the Deep South of America and he had his first fight against the rough, tough (white) contender, Jerry Quarry in Atlanta, Georgia. Ali won on a cut eye stoppage in the third round. To many experts at ringside that sat next to all of the showbiz stars and new ‘fans’ of the former champion, it was clear that this was a different Ali. Gone was the hands-dangling by his sides, dancing, and flashy motormouth.

This was a master strategist, a shrewd, seasoned improviser who could face any boxing style and find a way to overcome it. Dundee said that the Ali after his enforced exile hit harder and was tougher. He preferred this version. Ali was much more flat footed and would indulge in what, to many thought to be a disturbing and destructive habit of fighting off the ropes: The ‘rope-a-dope.’

After also beating the tough and rugged Argentinean slugger, Oscar ‘Ringo’ Bonavena in a gruelling bout by stoppage in the fifteenth and last round Ali and his handlers felt he was ready to face the undisputed and undefeated world champion, ‘Smokin’’ Joe Frazier.

In what was the most hyped and anticipated contest at any weight in history the fans watching at ringside in New York and on closed circuit television in cinemas across the world two undefeated heavyweight champions faced each other.

The two could not have been more different in style, Ali was a master boxer whereas Frazier was an excellent pressure fighter (and not a slugger as some commentators unkindly said). Ali patiently outboxed and broke opponents down whereas Frazier looked to overwhelm them or batter them into early submission. Frazier was compared to Rocky Marciano, but for me he was more like a heavyweight version of former three weight world champion, Henry Armstrong.

Like him, Frazier did not stop going forward throwing leather non-stop, moving side to side and bobbing his head up and down. He was far more elusive and cute than many so called experts have given him credit for.

Ali was brash, outspoken and loved being in the public eye; Frazier was the consummate professional who preferred to hold ‘private’ closed training sessions away from the media spotlight.

The two men did not like each other which added to the hype. Ali had tried to employ his ‘psychological warfare’ tactic that he had used to such great effect as when he dubbed Sonny Liston ‘The Big Ugly Bear’ and Floyd Patterson as ‘The Rabbit.’ He had also shown an unpleasant spiteful side to his nature against Floyd Patterson and also Ernie Terrell when they had both refused to call him by his Muslim name. Both fights had been ugly ill-tempered affairs with Ali mercilessly punishing and prolonging the misery for both opponents. This unpleasant side at odds with his friendly and playful public persona was in evidence again with Frazier when Ali called his opponent ‘An Uncle Tom.’ This is the worst insult one black man can give to another and Frazier never forgave Ali for it.

Rather than demoralising Frazier Ali’s tactics had backfired, instead Frazier resolved to give Ali a beating and the taunting just galvanised him into the kind of punishing training that most other fighters would baulk at. By fight night Frazier was in superb physical condition and raring to teach Ali a lesson.

The fight in March 1971 was a classic and fortunes ebbed and flowed until the eleventh round when a monstrous hook from Frazier badly staggered Ali. Ali tried to con the champion by some play acting, but Frazier was not fooled and he tagged Ali again several times with hurtful hooks. To his credit Ali did not go down proving he had a great chin, but he was now losing the fight.

As the rounds passed Frazier, despite a badly marked up face with the area around his eyes swollen and his mouth bleeding, kept pressing forward unloading bombs and Ali now found himself just trying to survive. In the fifteenth round Frazier landed one of the most perfectly delivered left hooks in heavyweight history and Ali went down like he was pole axed. He lay flat on his back as Frazier raced to a neutral corner. Amazingly Ali got to his feet at the count of ‘three.’ He survived all Frazier’s attempts to finish him off and lasted the distance but by the end of the contest it was clear that Ali had lost his first professional fight.

The establishment celebrated and his foes crowed, but Ali showed a graciousness and class in defeat at odds with his cocky reputation. His jaw badly swollen courtesy of Frazier’s hook Ali surprised the press by telling them that he was not finished with boxing just yet and when one of the journalists commented that Frazier said he (Ali) was finished Ali just smiled before replying ‘Oh who wrong he is.’

Over the next couple of years Ali engaged in ten contests winning them all convincingly beating fighters like former champion (and Ali’s former sparring partner) Jimmy Ellis, Buster Mathis, George Chuvalo, Jerry Quarry and Floyd Patterson in rematches, current world light heavyweight champion Bob Foster (who earned the distinction of the only fighter to cut Ali in his 21 year career before being blasted out in the eighth), and Joe Bugner the new prospect from Britain. All was going well for Ali and it did not look long before he would soon get another shot at the world title.

In March 1973 in San Diego Ali fought local favourite and former US marine, Ken Norton, up until then an unremarkable contender. That night Ali had another crisis on his hands. In what initially seemed yet another routine bout Ali was talking to Norton in the second round when a perfectly timed hook caught him with his mouth still open, fracturing his jaw. Ali immediately knew something was wrong. He did not know until after the contest that his jaw was broken, he just knew it was injured. Against the wishes of his corner Ali continued to fight.

This contest although a huge upset at the time shows to me just how great and courageous Ali was. A lot of boxers would have justifiably retired then and there to fight another day, not Ali. He must have known he faced a mountain to climb, yet he bit down onto his gumshield and went out for the third round all guns blazing. If he was going to lose he was not going to do it on a corner retirement.

How Ali survived twelve rounds fighting most of the time with such a debilitating injury is beyond me. But, incredibly he did just that. As Norton proved, he was no mug, later becoming a world champion himself. With master trainer and ring veteran Eddie Futch in his corner they had worked out the perfect strategy with which to defeat Ali: Keep him busy, try to jab him, thus taking away his best weapon, and when he went to the ropes, don’t target the head, instead go to the body. The strategy worked a treat.

After twelve hard rounds and what must have seemed an eternity for Ali, it was announced that Norton had won on points. Boxing experts and the worlds press again said that Ali was finished and that he should retire. They did not account for his indomitable spirit. Six months later a fully healed and super-fit Ali had pushed himself to the limits to be in the shape of his life and ready to rumble against the now respected Ken Norton.

The rematch in September 1973 was yet another torrid affair but this time it was Ali who won the split points decision. After beating Joe Frazier on points in January 1974 (Frazier was by now an ex world champion after being demolished in two rounds by George Foreman) Ali had finally managed to earn another shot at the world title. Not that it was an enviable proposition.

‘Big’ George Foreman was Sonny Liston all over again. He had won the Olympic Gold medal in the 1968 games in Mexico, famously waving a miniature Stars and Stripes flag after his victory while fellow American athletes John Carlos and Tommy Smith gave black fisted ‘Black Power’ salutes. Since turning pro Foreman had destroyed George Chuvalo, knocked Joe Frazier down six times en route to a second round stoppage win for the title and flattened Ken Norton in two rounds. He was a ferocious puncher with a constant angry scowl on his face; he was a man of very few words and stood for almost the exact opposite to what Ali did.

Again the world’s media were unanimous in thinking that at 32 compared to Foreman’s 25 years, Ali was too old. This flat footed incarnation of Ali no longer ‘floated like a butterfly and stung like a bee.’ He was incapable of sustaining action for the full three minutes instead fighting only in spurts. Tellingly he had gone through hell against Frazier and Norton who had both taken him the distance on two occasions each. Foreman had flattened Ali’s former nemesis in two rounds each. It was going to be ‘no contest.’ Many treated it like a public execution.

The fight which would become known as ‘The Rumble in the Jungle’ was held in Zaire, Africa, again the fight would be beamed to millions watching across the globe. The stage was set; Ali was the huge betting underdog and facing the invincible wrecking machine in Foreman. It was shades of Liston in Miami all over again.

In a simply amazing performance Ali won back the title from Foreman using his vaunted ‘rope-a-dope’ tactic to wear the raw and undisciplined champion out. Foreman was determined to knock Ali out and because of this he expended a great deal of effort and lost huge reserves of stamina until in the eighth round Ali caught an advancing and wide open Foreman with a dramatic right cross which sent him crashing inelegantly to the canvas for referee Zack Clayton’s full count.

So, seven years after his title was unjustly taken from him, Boxing’s exiled Prince was King once again. It would have been the perfect moment for him to retire: he had avenged all of his defeats and done the seemingly impossible by dramatically knocking out a younger ‘unbeatable’ foe. Sadly it was not to be.

Ali defended his title four times in 1975, the last in October against old rival Joe Frazier. This time both men left something in the ring as they knocked lumps out of each other in the heat and humidity of a Malaysian arena in the ‘Thriller in Manila.’ Both boxers were severely dehydrated as because of US television scheduling, the bout was held at midday when the heat was at its height.

It was a real ‘throwback’ to the early bare knuckle days of the sport and was certainly not for the faint-hearted. Frazier gave Ali the shock of his life (Ali thought that Frazier was washed up) as he hammered Ali from round four until the tenth. Between rounds Ali said it was the ‘closest to dying’ he had felt. Somehow he managed to gut it out and like all true champions dug deep, by the fourteenth round Frazier’s badly bloodied and swollen face was in such a state that he could no longer see the punches coming. During the interval between rounds his chief second Eddie Futch showed commonsense and compassion by stopping the fight over the protests of Frazier.

Ali limply raised one arm in celebration before collapsing exhausted onto the canvas. After recovering and speaking at the post fight press conference Ali at long last paid Joe Frazier the respect he deserved although as I write this years later there still seems to be bad blood between the two.

Ali should definitely have retired then but the hangers on in his entourage as well as the man himself were convinced he should fight on. The writing was on the wall in 1976. Ali looked terrible against Jimmy Young in a close fought points win and against Ken Norton in their rubber match in New York Ali looked very lucky to get the decision.

In February 1978 Ali lost to seven fight novice Leon Spinks on points and then won the title for a record third time in September of that year in a rematch with Spinks (who had spent the intervening seven months partying non-stop ). He retired only to come back again in October 1980 challenging former sparring partner and now world champion Larry Holmes for the WBC version of the title. In a desperately sad night for boxing Holmes mercifully held back from giving Ali a worse beating and after ten totally one-sided rounds Dundee pulled Ali out of the contest.

It was still not the end and Ali lost on points to the strong Jamaican/Canadian Trevor Berbick in Nassau, the Bahamas in December 1981. Ali was just a few weeks away from his fortieth birthday. The show was over. He finally retired.

Sadly the handsome, charismatic and articulate former champion suffered with Parkinson’s syndrome in the years following his retirement. His expression often looked blank and he had an involuntary trembling of the hands, his once powerful voice was now reduced to a hoarse almost inaudible whisper. Many believe that all the blows he took not just in the ring but in sparring where he let sparring partners hit him to ‘toughen him up’ had the accumulative effect of worsening his health. It must be noted that Ali’s loyal cornerman and doctor, Ferdie Pacheco was so concerned with Ali’s health that he left as early as 1977 after the Earnie Shaver’s title fight.

Ali is still an inspirational figure and probably the most beloved athlete in history. He has won numerous awards and has been the subject of television documentaries, films and countless books and magazine articles. He is a devout Muslim and still tours the world autographing copies of the Koran so that people keep it because of his famous signature.

Remarkably, despite his debilitating condition Ali has shown the character and fortitude that marked his career. He does not wallow in self pity and with his wife Lonnie at his side maintains a busy and hectic schedule often supporting philanthropic causes.

I must say that boxing owes Ali a lot more than he owes it. For two wonderful decades love him or loathe him he captivated the collective imaginations of billions across the globe. He really was the most famous man in the world. That in 1975 he was finally invited to the White House by President Gerald Ford as well as being given an honorary Olympic Gold medal in 1996 (he had lost his original one, despite propaganda stories stating that he had thrown it into the Ohio River in protest) and lighting the torch to open the Atlanta Games just shows how much he has been accepted and embraced not just by the public but also, finally by the establishment.

A remarkable man and a remarkable career, as one commentator said ‘We will not see his like again.’

When I play that imaginary game of ‘who is the greatest’ (which all serious boxing fans do) I always contend that Sugar Ray Robinson was the best pound for pound and that Ali, despite being robbed of his prime years, was the greatest heavyweight. The only other heavyweights I believe that would pose problems for him would be Jack Johnson, Joe Louis and Larry Holmes (all in their primes of course). Even then when I play their fights in my head I can see Ali taking their best punches, he did after all take the best shots from dynamite hitting Joe Frazier, George Foreman, Ron Lyle and Earnie Shavers. I can also see a pre-exile Ali with his dazzling footwork and hand-speed outboxing Johnson, Louis and Holmes. Yes the others may have their moments, Johnson with his excellent counter-punching and Louis and Holmes with their magnificent jabs, but I just cannot see any of them catching Ali cleanly and repeatedly enough to bother him.

The debate will rage on forever, but for me Ali is ‘The Greatest.’ I will leave the last words to old Ali opponent, George Foreman, who said diplomatically ‘Joe Louis was the greatest boxer to hold the world’s heavyweight title and Ali was the greatest man to hold it.’

World Title Fights: 25 Wins: 22 Lost: 3

Career Fights

Wins: 56 Lost: 5 Knockouts: 37