When Crawford met – News News 24

Quiet dinner in Luisville.

This type of place where coffee is not running out.

In the corner, the table carries a small sign: preserved.

It enters Bud Crawford. Calm, a engine, is a slow step. Hymmetries in the waitress, then notice the table. Sitting there, larger than life even in stillness, Muhammad Ali.

Ali’s smile.

Well, well, see who enters my house.

They call you a bud, the person who closes large mouths.

I guided with the giants, danced in the light,

But you, my son, you are calm – then finish it in one night. “

Croford (sitting):

“I did a lot of conversation, a hero.

I, left my hand talking.

You had the eyes of the whole world.

I had to fight only to notice.

Tell me … how do you deal with hatred? “

Ali (laughs, applauds his hands):

Oh, I love it, I love it! Cold like ice!

I, I sold the show – you do not roll the dice.

I said, “M that I will be born, I told” M that I am floating,

You don’t need a rhyme – the boat drown!

And hatred? Hate was my fuel, son.

They shouted at me, danced.

They questioned me, a roar.

Every hatred turned to the ticket buyers.

You? You turn into the believers. “

Crawford (half the jacket):

Spence was the big fish.

I told everyone that I would take it.

They laughed.

I held it.

He did not swim again.

This is how I deal with hatred. “

Ali (tends forward, a wide smile):

“You are very bad, you have made big fish forget how to swim!

It came in the shark, and I sent it slim.

Taurus portrait, I left it,

Indongo fell quickly, Gamboa Got Lit.

Kanilo wore gold, and I think it is a rule like the king,

But you stripped a crown – you didn’t hear even the bell ring! “

Crawford:

“I had to wait.

Freeze me.

Pacquiao does not want it.

Thorman itself price.

I remained patient.

But sometimes, a hero, I wonder … Why did it take a long time? “

Ali (Jad now, softening the sound):

“Listen, son. This is the way of greatness.

Look, it’s sweet when they chant quickly.

It is a good feeling when they love you early.

But this is an emotion. It is bias.

The beauty of late recognition

It is when they doubt …

Those who shocked you …

They are forced to recognize the truth.

This is not love, this is a fact.

This is not a noise, this is the date.

Like art they ignored, left in the back –

After years, they see it, and they cannot deny that.

This is greatness, son. This is forever. “

Croford (gesture):

“I love it.

The truth is to bias.

Facts about feelings.

That’s all I wanted.

When I finished – no excuses, no star star.

Just facts. “

Ali (smiling widely, fun again):

“The facts are! You are cooler than winter, sharp as a knife.

I, my path jumped to history – I fought on your way to life.

Two roads, one mountain. Various storms, the same sky.

My greatness shouted. You whispered to you. But both?

Both will hesitate forever. “

Pod stands, respectable:

“I have to go, hero.”

Ali tends his head, waving him down:

“Where are you going, young? Sit down.

Eat some lunch with me. Tell me everything about her. “

Smile bud. Sitting.

A waitress put lists and look at Bud: “I did not think I would see another person participating in this schedule.”

chuckle:

“I don’t. It has appeared 3 times undisputed -and in the later -year later, but on time.”