Ali v Liston 2

For boxing fans it's a topic that comes up periodically even though the original fight is long past and just a distant memory in the history of heavyweight title fights - the Muhammad Ali versus Charles 'Sonny' Liston, fight 2, on May 25, 1965, in Lewiston, Maine.

This was the rematch following Ali's defeat of the then heavyweight Champion, Liston, almost fifteen months earlier in Miami Beach. That fight sets the context for the second one. Ali, then known as Cassius Clay, was the underdog that nobody expected to defeat the fearsome and intimidating Liston who was the George Foreman/Mike Tyson invincible 'beast' of his day. The fact that Clay stopped Liston in six rounds, Sonny failing to emerge for the seventh, was a shock to the boxing world who thought that Clay was all mouth with no traditional boxing defence and was sure to get a brutal beating. A shock that is to all but Clay himself and his trainer Angelo Dundee. Clay outclassed and mesmerised Liston in that first fight with his speed, reflexes, fast hands, sharp jab and confidence. 

So the stage was set for the rematch. 

Perhaps it was the expectation that had developed over the build up to the first fight that led people to believe the second would be an even contest and consequently the abrupt end in the first round when Ali knocked out Liston after only one minute and forty-four seconds led to the ongoing debate that Sonny Liston took ‘a dive’ and the fight was 'fixed.'

A lot has been said and written about why it could have been fixed and, it seems, many fail to engage in any attempt to analyse the fight action and make the case for a legitimate knockout. So, let's attempt to do just that.

Ali was taller, younger and quicker than Liston and his style was always going to have Sonny chasing the fight whilst getting peppered in the face with shots which is exactly what happened in their first bout. If you imagine yourself in Liston’s boots, that would have been totally discouraging round after round and deplete, not only his energy but also his motivation and willpower. It also dismantled Liston’s aura of monstrous invincibility. So Sonny was probably on the mental backfoot against Ali going into the return bout and the initial postponement, after Ali had to have a hernia operation, probably didn’t help his motivation either.

So, a couple of observations about the second fight. At the opening bell, the same pattern as the first fight was unfolding with Sonny having to go looking for Ali. Then about 40 seconds before the final punch that ended it in round one, Ali caught Liston with a solid overhand right that stopped him moving forward. As for the punch that stopped Liston, the knockout shot, if you compare it to the punch that Andy Ruiz caught Anthony Joshua with on the temple in round 3 of their first fight in 2019, some logic can be applied. Joshua was disorientated by that blow and struggled thereafter. In modern HD viewing it is plain to see, a surprising shot that Joshua did not see coming and one that ‘discombobulated’ him. Joshua went on to lose that fight in seven rounds. Ali’s final overhand right (harder to analyse given TV clarity in the 60s) that caught Liston in more or less the same place on the head, may have had that exact same effect. Liston, coming forward, didn’t see the punch. It struck him in a sensitive part of the head (remember, he’d already been caught with an earlier right to the head that shook him) with devastating impact. So, again, if you put yourself in Liston’s boots, it is interesting. Your focus is on running down an elusive opponent and on working out how to close the gap between you to land a meaningful shot, in Liston’s case, a big 'bomb' that might slow his opponent down and weaken him. So with all that going on, it’s reasonable to assume he didn’t see the fast overhand right (which was thrown with some forward momentum from Ali). 

Another factor often not discussed is that because of some confusion about the count, Ali and Liston continued to fight on for a few moments after the knock down. If Liston was throwing the fight, why attempt to fight on? Also, it would have been more realistic and believable to throw the fight after two or three rounds, but that would also assume that Sonny was in control of the outcome. The pattern of the first fight and the same indications in that brief phase of round one in the second, suggests that Liston was never in control or ever would be against Ali.

It should be noted too that if you look at Ali's career he often threw that overhand right, even when moving backwards, although by positioning his right foot behind the left to pivot on he was able to create stability to 'ground' the shot. (Check out the fight with Zora Foley, for example). 

My point is, it’s too easy to call ‘fix’ (something never proven) without considering other possibilities. Not everything is a conspiracy!

Comms - Keep it Simple.

I was watching an episode of Star Trek (the original TV series) and got to thinking about the communication devices that the crew had. These were the equivalent of our modern day mobile telephones (cell phones, if you are translating this into American) and  depicted in the series long before society had ‘mobiles.’ But it was interesting that these devices, 'Communicators', only had a single function - communication. The creators knew that it was sensible to stick with that one function.

Hence you don’t see Kirk, Spock, Bones, Scotty, Chekov, Uhura or any of the other crew members wandering around constantly looking at their communicators to check for information, stopping to take selfies on the bridge or absentmindedly almost walking into things, or other crew members, whilst they update their status. So these guys were way ahead of their time, creating a communication device that did only that - no photography, banking, bookings, social media, emails... no, just communication. They could not have navigated the many ‘universes’ out there or sought out ‘brave new worlds’ had they been constantly fixated on their communicators, seeking attention for their status. The only status on the Enterprise was the 'status report' often requested by Captain Kirk from Mr Spock.

But in today's self-obsessed world the mobile and the individual's status, or even the status of others, is a fixation. Witness the immediacy with which people grab their mobile phones after an aircraft taxis to a halt just so they can check what they've missed for the past two hours! You might say it's harmless but only yesterday I saw a guy walk out in front of my car just because his attention was entirely on his phone, instead of the potential hazards involved in crossing the road. As I braked sharply to a halt to avoid hitting him I thought of the wisdom of Star Trek's communicator device creators. 

N.B. In not hitting the distracted pedestrian I realise that I deprived him of a selfie moment and a potential FaceBook status update opportunity whilst lying in the road: “Got run over today, lol.”

Back to the Future Past.

People often muse about where they might go or what they might do if they could travel back in time. You get the usual stuff... you know, shoot Hitler; tip Catherine of Aragon the wink that Henry was having a little mumble with some bint called Anne Boleyn; show up at Wembley Stadium at about 5pm on 30th July 1966 with VAR; have a word with Jackie Kennedy to tell her husband, ‘it’s definitely going to rain later, darling, so let’s put the bubble top on the limo before we do Dealy Plaza,’ and maybe tell the driver to put his foot down as he passes the grassy knoll. 

All good stuff, I guess, but me, I’d go back to 31AD to the Sea of Galilee. Once I was there I’d ask where I could find this Jesus geezer. As soon as I’d been pointed in the right direction I’d introduce myself...

“Hi. My name's Paddy. I’m not from around these parts... I’m from, uh... the future. But I guess you knew that. Phew, warm here, ain't it? I wish I hadn't worn these jeans. Anyway, look, sorry to interrupt your mission. I can see you're busy with these... err... multitudes, but I wanted to see if I could get five minutes... I mean, a chat that is. Sorry, I know you and these twelve good guys don’t have watches 'cos they ain’t been invented yet. Anyway, it’s important.”

Now, Jesus, being the good geezer he was who made everyone welcome, would give me the time of day, so then I’d say...

“Mate, I’m right on your programme. I agree with everything you say including that camel and eye of a needle thing, which probably confuses some... it had me puzzled for a while, I must admit. As for 'love thy neighbour,' yeah, I get that. I s'pose I’m more used to saying ‘your’ but I get thy mumble. And the poor will enter the kingdom of heaven, I get that too. And I know you're not dissing the rich when you say that, not like they do back in... I mean, ahead, in my time. I guess they got just as much chance as the poor to getting in if they, you know, lead a decent life. But, look, sorry, I digress, what I really came for is to ask a favour.... please.”

I am sure Jesus, with his incredible patience would allow me to make my request and I would. So, I'd say my piece...

“Look, for Christ’s sake... shit, sorry... I didn’t mean anyth... hang on, maybe that’s right... for your sake, don’t ask Pete over there to start a frigging church! Trust me, they'll create all sort of power dynamics with priests, bishops and all types of charlatans making out they speak in your name. And... and you know what, they’ll take everything you said and twist it and use it to control people and, frankly, take their money off them in return for doing bugger all! They will threaten people with damnation, indoctrinating little kids, making them fearful. A guilt trip. Making out that your... your, erm... well, God will punish them and cast them aside for eternity if they don't do what they say. That’s what’s happened to your message. These people have taken it and used it for their own ends, for power and to control the poor suckers that you're trying to remind about fundamental basic human decency. That's not what you wanted, is it?”

Then I’d take a breath, worried that I’d hijacked a sermon on the mount or something and then I’d say...

“Another favour, my friend, if you will. See this bottle of water? You couldn’t dish it up as a nice Chablis, could you? I could use a drink after that lot.”

Airport Woes

Is travelling by aeroplane getting more difficult instead of better? 

I am had reason to fly to Europe just recently and for the few days before my departure I was been bombarded with tosh saying… you need to do this, you need to do that, you need to fill in this form, your bag size must not exceed this, you musn't pack guns, knives, axes, tear gas in your hold luggage (I kind of guessed that without being told!) and you can't have creams, lotions and potions in your hand luggage; you need to check in before you get to the terminal or else… you must download your boarding pass (I would have if you'd sent the flippin’ things), you can choose your seat for an extra £XX (why would I want to? It’s a two hour flight to Turin so unless there’s an option to sit between two porn stars who will ply me with Champagne the whole flight, I’ll take my chances, and if I end up sitting next to the annoying family from hell on their first trip abroad, that's the luck of the draw. 

I got offered ‘priority boarding’ too. I said, “NO!” Priority boarding only works if you’re the only passenger to get it otherwise you join the scrum to get on with fifty other ‘priority’ boarders who get on just before the backup scrum of the ‘no priority whatsoever’ bunch but who don’t give a toss 'cos they’re getting on the same flight and it ain’t leaving without them!

To top it all, just as I was leaving to drive to the airport, I got a text that had some bollocks that said you need to check in THREE hours before your flight for ‘security’ reasons! Three hours! What security reasons? Specify, please. You want me to dump my luggage and then sit for the next two and a half hours twiddling my thumbs? I mean, would you pitch up at a bus stop three hours before the bus is due? Then when you do finally dump your baggage you have to take off your shoes, belt, jewellery and empty your pockets to get patted down by some bored looking airport official just to get to level two of the airport game. And after all that hassle why can't you walk straight through to where the restaurants and cafes are so you can chill with a coffee or a drink? Yeah, I know you're thinking 'you can, I've done it.' No you can't! I said 'straight through.' You have to follow a winding, circuitous pathway through an array of brightly lit shops selling you shit you don't want! Who needs a litre of perfume before they get on a plane? Or a bottle of whiskey. Or a new jacket. If I wanted to go shopping I would not have pitched up at a flippin' airport! 

It’s all nonsense to control the population (yeah, I nearly mentioned religion!). In future, I’m just going to turn up and say, “Look, I’ve done all that stuff you asked, right. Now, I’ve paid for my flippin’ flight, I’m the customer, I don’t work for your airline; you do, now do some of the work yourself. Oh, and stop looking at my bag as if you’re thinking, ‘Nineteen point seven kilos! What’s he need all that stuff for,’ yeah!” 

Let’s see how I get on!

Noise!

Have you noticed how new noises are creeping into our lives? I have had reason to hire a car. It's very new. It emits high frequency sounds whenever you do... anything at all! Like, select reverse, select drive, switch the lights on, look out the window or just breathe! It 'screeches' for the sake of screeching. Get tooooo close to another vehicle and it 'wails'. It makes a shed load of warning noises that are really unnerving in a "what the feck have I done now" sort of way. And it got me thinking about modern day sounds. 

You're on the high street and a pedestrian crossing starts bleeping; a lorry reversing emits a weird banshee screech; a dustcart truck goes into a high pitched bleep overdrive; an ATM machine plays the opening notes of an unfinished symphony as it dispenses your cash; your mobile pings to tell you you've got a new message; your laptop bleeps with a new email. Your senses are assaulted daily by different noises and your nerves are on high alert flight mode as a result. 

I feel sorry for dogs. I've no idea how all these man-made noises sound to them. Their aural sensitivities are programmed to much higher frequencies than those of humans. Modern cars emitting the sounds they do must be a nightmare. So, yeah, I know dogs will never have to drive cars because they're animals... although, having said that, a monkey once went into space in a rocket back in the sixties and seemed to fly that sucka without incinerating herself, so there's still hope for dogs once they stop pandering to humans who throw things for them so they can run and fetch them just to keep their owner happy. But dogs are never ever going to pass a driving test until car manufacturers get rid of car noises that ain't the radio, the horn or the engine. And how cool would that be if dogs could drive? No more need for 'walkies' because Rover can drive him/herself to the common for a dogging adventure. 

In the meantime, those of us of a timid, nervous disposition have to invest in a set of earplugs.