My Very Best Memory Of Montreal Was

To Be The Best, You Need To Spend Hours And Hours And Hours Running, Hitting The Speed Bag, Lifting Weights And Focusing On Training.

You Don't Play Boxing. You Really Don't. You Play Golf, You Play Tennis, But You Don't Play Boxing.

My Very Best Memory Of Montreal Was The Moment Inside The Olympic Arena When I Was Waiting Under The Stadium And Those Majestic Gates Opened Up. It Was A Whole Other World.

When I Was 15 Or 16 And I Started Climbing Up The Ladder Of Success In Amateur Boxing, A Reporter Asked Me, "what Do You Want To Be?" I Think He Was Expecting Me To Say, "a Champion." I Said, "i Want To Be Special." I Don't Know Why I Said That, But I Didn't Just Want To Be A Fighter. I Wanted To Have An Impact With People, Particularly Kids.

To Be Honest, I Don't Know. I Started One [book] Back In 1982 Or '83 When I First Retired. But I Was Only 25 Or 26 And Not Ready To Write My Memoirs.