Photo Essay

The Match: The Ali-Frazier Thrilla in Manila, 1975.

Ali & Frazier at Malacanang



Carl Kuntze

Round One:

The bell rings. As if anxious to finish the bout, both fighters immediately charge to the center of the ring, swinging at times wildly. Frazier lands a left to the body. Ali retreats, then spots an opening, throws three four punch combinations, missing one. Off balance, this gives Frazier an opportunity to thrust a left to Ali's stomach, then a right to the ribs. Ali clinches. Pried apart by Referee Padilla, Ali jabs, then arcs an uppercut, missing. Frazier bobs. Ali shoots a right to Frazier's head. Frazier retaliates with a right to the body, his other

blows swinging wide. Frazier is caught with a left hook to the face. He slumps on the ropes

just as the bell announces the end of the round. Judged in Ali's favor.

Round Two.

Recovering his wind from the brief break, Frazier advances. Both fighters are still fresh. Frazier lands two lefts and a right to Ali's body. He misses with a follow-up left swing,

furnishing Ali an opening. Ali lands a right to his head, and continues punching one-twos. Frazier counters with two body blows. They clinch. Ali pushes him away, his glove hooked

at the nape of Frazier's neck. Frazier scores a left fist to Ali's midsection, which doubles him

up, then drives a right cross to Ali's jaw as the bell rings. Even round.

Round Three.

Frazier moves in, connects a left to the chest, then landing two more body blows. Ali counters with a left to his face. Frazier reacts with a left drive to the stomach, trying to follow up, but his punches are effectively blocked. Ali leans backward on the ropes, allowing his opponent to flail away at his body, but protects his head. As Frazier tires, Ali rises to throw a flurry of punches, most striking Frazier. Hurt, Frazier weaves, then misses with a left. Ali


slams him in the head, but Frazier connects with a left to Ali's face as the bell rings. Frazier's round.

Round Four.

Ali scores two lefts to the side of Frazier's face. Frazier counterpunches twice, grima-

cing as he meets another right to his face. His mouth starts bleeding. They clinch. Referee

Padilla pulls them apart. Ali backs up to the ropes, lading a 1-2-3 combination to Frazier's head after Frazier swings a wild left hook, but quickly recovering, connects two to the body as Ali, once again, retreats to the ropes. Bundini Brown, one of Ali's handlers, cheers him on. Almost hysterically, he cries, "Hit him, for the love of God, Ali! Kill him, for the love of God, Ali!" Ali complains of a low blow to Referee Padilla, but does not wait for his ruling, and gets back to business, landing a 1-2 to Frazier's head. Frazier ineffectually pummels Ali's body with no visible effect. Ali lands another 1-2 to Frazier's head as the bell rings.

Ali's round.

Round Five.

Chant's of "Ali! Ali! Ali!" echo throughout the colisseum with an equal chorus of "boos"

distract the fighteers. The sounds subside. Ali and Frazier square off. Frazier scores two left to the body. Ali counters with three to the head. Frazier catches him with a left to the chin. They clinch. Ali pushes him away, landing another 1-2 to the head. Frazier strikes a glancing blow to Ali's head. Ali retaliates with another 1-2 combination. Ali dances away, forcing Frazier to approach. Once again, Ali leans back on the ropes, protecting his head. Frazier

beats a tattoo on Ali's body until he runs out of steam. Then, Ali bounces up, still dancing

with seemingly inexhaustible energy. Both swing wild, then clinch. Referee Padilla pries them apart. They stalk each other. Ali deliberately lowers his guard, challenging Frazier to hit him. Angelo Dundee's alarmed warning is sharp and clear. "Don't mess with him, Ali! he's still dangerous." Frazier hesitates, appearing confused, then hits Ali several times on the


body. He avoids taking advantage of Ali's rashness to strike his head. Ali resumes a defen-

sive stance. His expressiion offended at Ali's attempt to show him up, Frazier swings, con-

necting a hard left to Ali's face. They trade blows. Frazier lands another left to Ali's chin. Frazier fans chant, "Frazier! Frazier! Frazier!" until the volume recedes. Encouraged, Frazier

continues his offensive, but Ali is striking back. Frazier rolls with Ali's punches as the bell rings, Frazier's round.

Round Six.

Frazier catches Ali with a left hook to the jaw, then another jab to the body. Ali knocks Frazier's mouthguard out of his mouth with a hard right, but even with his mouth bloody and unprotected, Frazier lands two more solid punches. Ali counterpunches, missing his mark.Ali backs to the center of the ring with Frazier advancing. Ali seems disoriented. Frazier misses

with his left hook, but connects a right uppercut. Ali rallies with a 1-2 to Frazier's face as the bell ring. Both fighters look drawn and exhausted. Frazier's round.

Round Seven.

In his corner, handlers work on Ali. There is a whispered conference. Dundee urges, encouragingly. "You can do it, Ali." "He shows no signs of tiring," Ali protests. Then, he rises to respond to the bell, his confidence bolstered. Frazier catches him with a right cross to the mouth. Ali jabs away, retreating once more to the ropes, allowing Frazier to punish his body while shielding his head. Ali revives unexpectedly to score two lefts, missing a follow-up right. Frazier jabs a left into li's stomach, almost a reflex, which doesn't seem to vex Ali, who counters with a right to Frazier's face. They clinch. Separated by Referee Padilla, Fraziier hits Ali on the mouth with a right as he extricates himself from Ali's grasp. Ali's uppercut is suspended in midair as the bell rings. Frazier's round.


Round Eight.

Both fighters charge to the center of the ring. Ali appears energized. He connects a

1-2 to Frazier's face, hammering him continiously, landing four punches to Frazier's one. Ali torments him with successive combinations, but Frazier relentlessly moves in, absorbing tremendous punishment, but getting in two left jabs to Ali's body and an uppercut to his chin. Ali rolls with a left to his face and blocks most of Frazier's heavy punches before the bell rings. Ali's round.

Round Nine.

Ali scores with a left. Frazier swings wildly. Ali throws a 1-2 to Frazier's head. Frazier lands a left to Ali's body. Both swing wildly, then clinch to avoid falling. They separate with-

out the Referee's intervention. Ali retreats to the ropes again, with Frazier pounding away at

Ali's body, probing his defenses. Then Ali surprises him, rising with several quick jabs to

Frazier's body as he backs away. Frazier connects with a left to the body, and a right to the

jaw just before the bell rings. Frazier's round.

Round Ten.

Not much action as the fighters feint and stalk each other, back-pedaling as they toss light punches at each other. Both coated with perspiration, they may have been pacing themselves to re-adapt to the heat. Despite powerful airconditioners, the units cannot cool the large coliseum adequately for comfort. The judges award the round to Frazier on the basis of light hits.


Round Eleven.

Fighters resume strenuous activity. Frazier misses with a right. Ali hooks a left to his

ear, then lands four to Frazier's one. Ali scores with a 1-2. Frazier, only able to flick at Ali's torso, which Ali seems to shuck off. Ali nicks Frazier's head again and again. Frazier's mouth starts to bleed again, rivulets tricking to the canvas. The bell rings. Ali's round.

Round Twelve.

Ali flings six punches, all at Frazier's head. Frazier hits back twice, a left right to Ali's body. Ali hits Frazier's stomach , follows up with two uppercuts, then four more quick blows

to Frazier's head. Frazier retaliates with a left to the face. Ali swings twice, but misses both.

Frazier lands a left to Ali's face. Ali jabs at Frazier's face. Frazier pays out a left to Ali's body.

Ali lands another 1-2 combination to Frazier's body, then swings wildly with a right, recovers

to continue jabbing before the bell rings. Ali's round.

Round Thirteen.

Ali fires a right straight, smashing Frazier's face. Frazier counters with a right to the head. Ali shakes off the impact and dances away, fists lashing out in short jabs, which mostly miss, then leans forward to execute another forceful 1-2, knocking out Frazier's mouthpiece once more. Ali lands several right and left combinations on Frazier's face. They clinch. Referee Padilla warns Ali for holding, then pries them apart. Ali pumps away at Frazier's head, scoring each blow. Frazier wobbles unsteadily. Ali nearly slips on the canvas close to Frazier's corner, but recovers his balance quickly to strike him with two rights to the

face. He misses his two lefts. Frazier manages to land a left to Ali's body as the bell rings.

Ali's round,


Round Fourteen.

Frazier's cut-men are staunching his bleeding mouth. The thirteenth was a big coup for

Ali. He nearly knocked Frazier down. Bell rings. Ali, now more assured, charges, leading with two lefts and a right to the face. Frazier lashes out, his left fist bouncing off Ali's stomach.

Ali grunts, but continues battering Frazier's face. Then in a relaxed position, Ali coils his body around the ropes, luring Frazier forward. As he nears, Ali springs up, and throws a left j;ab, followed by a 1-2 to Frazier's face. Frazier comes back with a left to Ali's body. Frazier's face is now grotesquely swollen and bloody. Ali lands anothe right, now swinging with impunity. Frazier leans against the ropes for support, then in a superhuman effort, mus-ters enough energy for a roundhouse, which is wild. Now spent, he is helpless against Ali,

who whales away at him with a rain of blows until suspended by the bell. Ali's round.

Round Fifteen.

Bell rings. Frazier has difficulty standing. He cannot see well through his swollen eye-

lids. He attempts to rise, still valiantly game. Eddie Futch, his trainer-manager, restrains him. From a distance, an argument between the boxer can be witnessed. Futch tosses a towel in. It sails dramatically into the ring, announcing Ali had won.



Carl Kuntze

On December 8, 1999, Mohammed Ali was voted "Athlete of the Century" by a panel oif Sports Illustrated editors at an elaborate presentation telecast from Madison Square Garden in New York City. Mohammed Ali rose to approach the podium when he heard comedian, Billy Crystal, make the announcementl. The Chant, "Ali! Ali! Ali!" in cadence with his march rippled across spectators composed of celebrities from both the sports and entertainment world. With visible effort, he held his powerful arms in front of him to control the tremors and twitching nerves and muscles. He had been seated beside basketball star, Michael Jordan, who beamed as he clapped his hands enthusiastically, sharing the moment with Ali. Ali's eyes twinkled as he reached the rostrum.

Assuming a sparring stance, he playfully jabbed his fists at Crystal, who recoiled ner-vously to peals of laughter from the audience. Ali demonstrated a remarkable agility for a man afflicted with Parkinson's. Turning serious, he bent over the microphone to thank his audience in a voice almost inaudible. He either said, "I'm proud of the honor," or "I'll make you proud of me." I couldn't quite decipher his words. It didn't matter. The auditorium ex-

ploded into thunderous applause for the controversial boxer who became an American icon. A faint smile creased his face as his eyes swept the huge crowd.

I remembered that smile. That and a curt nod were the only reactions I elicited from him when I showed up at the makeshift arena built at The Folk Arts Theater in Manila, where he and Frazier trained on alternate days. Covering The Thrilla, I always came early to avoid the swarm of reporters and photographers who inundated the premises daily. I wanted to plan my shots in relative calm. He never postured for me. I never asked him to. His hand-

lers watched me warily, but treated me with respect. I must have gilven the impression of

competence, which I did not feel. In Oct. 25, 1999 issue of Newsweek, Ali is quoted as describing The Thrilla as his greatest fight. Sports editors, at the time, had little expectations.


Both boxers were approaching their midthirties, presumably, the twilight of their careers. I wouldn't have been awarded the assignment, otherwise. I was inexperienced in sports photography. Many international magazines were reluctant to spring for first class airline tickets, and 5star hotels, which they've had had to do had they sent in their first team. Sure, they had Norman Mailer for Playboy, Bob Sheridan, Sal Marchiano and Ken Regan for Camera 5 (The latter, I suspect had an arrangement with King.). He was the only one allowed to shoot from inside the ring. But their presence was obligatory. They had been at Ali's previous bouts, and had to record history.This bout might be footnote. Even Sports Illustrated sent young novices, who in their eagerness to provide images, proved to be as good as the jadled veterans who preceded them. No, much of the international media was going to depend on wire services.

The bout was an exceptional one t hat almost lasted the full 15 rounds, when it ended during the final bell. Frazier, his eyes swollen shut could not respond. Ali, his own body gleaming with perspiration, face drained, collapsed briefly on the canvas. Getting his breath back, he rose, supported by one of his handlers, and Referee Ricardo Padilla reached for his gloved hand, and held it high, announcing his victory, his last undisputed one.

When he won over the younger Leon Spinks on Sept. 15, 1978, it would be debated by sports gurus for years to come. Still, Ali won back the title three times after losing it, an un-

precedented feat,.

It had been almost four decades since his professional debut on Oct. 30, 1960, when he bested Tunney Hunsaker after six rounds. He was Cassius Marcellus Clay, then,

an identity he later spurned as a slave label. That was when the boastful, vocciferous boxer

was born. He lhad drawn attention to himself earlier that same year by wilnning a gold

medal at The Olympics in Rome that same year.

The phrase, "Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee," is attributed to Bundini (Drew) Brown, a member of Ali's rather large entourage (Function, vague.) Today, his movements


are as tenuous as a caterpillar. For three years, he'd successfully defend his title, insinuating himself into American folklore, an arogant, skillful, and cunning boxer. He'd appear on covers of international magazines, his mouth always wide open. His bragging amused, some, offended others. He tested the loyalty of fans when he joined The Black Muslims, at the peak of their militancy' then angered many by refusing to be drafted into the service when the war in Vietnam was escalating. He tried to be classified as a conscientious objector, citing his Islamic faith. Convicted of draft evasion on June 20, 1967, he'd be stripped of his title, his boxing licence,suspended. Sentenced to five years in prison, He'd remain free on bail while his lawyers battled for him in the courts. Nevertheless, he floated in limbo.

News reports quoted him in various ways, among them, "I may lose my fame, my wealth, even my career, but I cannot go against my beliefs." Then, more defiantly, "I got nothing against The Vietnamese." It might be pointed out, Islam does not proscribe wars,

and had he been inducted, it was unlikely a celebrity of his status would be placed in harm's

way by the military. Whatever people thought of him, he really believed he was fighting for a principle, a quixotic stance that kept him out of the ring for three years, when his physical condition was at its prime. On June, 1970, The Supreme Court reversed his conviction, and his boxing license was reinstated. But there was a new champion: The compact, hum-ble Smokey Joe Frazier. On March 8, 1971, he challenged Frazier for the title in the first of three bouts that would culminate in The Thrilla in Manila.

Despite being out of the ring for close to four years, Ali still carried himself well, and although he lost the first match, there were already clamors for a rematcg frin sports repor-

ters and fight fans. No one remarked on the disparity in size. Ali was 6' 3" to Frazier's 5' 10",

but Frazier compensated for Ali's extended reach, with speed and evasive skill. On the other hand, George Foreman another rated opponent, was much bigger than Ali. Foreman

has been compared to a bear.


The 1974 "Rumble in the Jungle" in Kinshasha, Zaire, was another memorable affair with elements of a suspense novel, which emerged in Leon Gast's vibrant documentary he titled "When We Were Kings." Filmed almost by accident as a backdrop to a music festival

featuring famous Afro-American entertainers, like James Brown, B. B. King, and Miriam Ma-kaba, a number of fortuitous mishaps deflected Gast's focus. Stephen Talbot, his principal

financial backer, died in a plane crash. Talbot was Liberia's Minister of Finance, and front man for Dictator Mobutu Sose Seko, who drained $ 10 million from the impoverlshed nation's treasury to host the fight and music festival. Gast found out about his predicament when he saw the cover of TIME showing one of Talbot's associates being executed by a firing squad following a coup. The music stars were disbanding as prospects of being paid the balance of their fees dimmed. With thousands of feet of film in the can, Gast was commiltted

to continue. He decided to concentrate of the fight, using his own money. As if the adversity

he confronted was not enough, Foreman had injured himself, training, which delayed the bout for several more weeks while he recovered. Gast followed Ali as he traveled

throughout the country. With the reception he was getting, there could be no mistake who the population of Zaire was rooting for. Whereever he went, crowds gathered chorusing, "Ali! Bo me ya! Ali! Bo me ya!" (Ali! Kill him!)

If Ali was intimidated by Foreman's formidable presence, it was not evident from the stream of taunting doggeral that spilled from his lips. One was particularly noteworthy be-cause it referred to a traumatic incident that was not funny. It was also an interesting clue to Ali's reading habits. It was apparent he kept up with the news.

"If you think the world was surprised when Nixon resigned,

wait til you see me kick Foreman's behind."

Despite its bad taste, it provided evidence to an intelligence normally overlooked

because of his loud-mouthed bombast.


The "Rumble in The Jungle" lasted eight rounds, with Ali mostly retreating, occa-

sionally retaliating through rare openings. He later related that his strategy was to wear Foreman out. He referred to it as "Rope a dope." He'd rest on the ropes, allowing Fore-

man to pummel his durable body while shielding his head with his arms. On the eight round, Ali bounced up, and lashed out, hitting Foreman on the left temple, knocking him down. He could not revive for the count. Recalling it with Charles Gibson on ABC's Good Morning America program, he explained, "Before he struck me, he sneered at my face, and asked me, "Is that all you got?" I saw red. The next thing I remembered, I was on the canvas.

Talk about rope a dope. I was the dope." Gast's film was tangled in litigation for twenty years. When it was finally edited and released, it proved to be an engrossing exposition of not only a boxing match, but of dramatic events that swept Zaire, and American racial politics, the last, almost unintended.

Ali retired on Dec. 11, 1981, after losing a ten round decision to Trevor Berbick , in a stadium erected on an old World War II airfield in Nassau, Bahamas. Before the fight, he re-

torted angrily to reporters' persistent questions about when he intended to quit.

"You can't tell me when I'm through. I'll know when I'm through."

After the fight, a chastened Ali declared, "You don't beat Father Time. I tried to. No-body beats Father Time."

But Ali loved the spotligjht. Pressed as to future plans, he boastedl, "I look forward to about five years of boxing exhibitions."

In succeeding years, Ali toured tirelessly. Pakistan, India, Saudi Arabia, and The United Arab Emirates. The last of three scheduled bouts at the latter were cancelled be-

cause of tepid ticket sales. An unkind reporter observed that no one wanted to plunk down good money to watch a fat 40 year old prancing in the ring. His face, now puffy, a paunch


bulging over his belt, but once in a while, a mischievous grin breaks out, a glimmering of the old Ali. Ali was diagnosed with Parkinson's Syndrome in 1982. Symptoms began with a halting and slurring of his speech. Even long time manager-trainer, Angelo Dundee did not want to acknowledge the possibility that Ali might be ill. He minimized it in an interview, avowing, "Ali always spoke a little slow." They both went into a long period of denial, until

the trembling of his hands became more pronounced. They had to face reality.

When he's not out on public appearances all over the country and abroad, Ali spends much of his time on his farrm in Illinois, but he returns frequently to Deer Lake, Eastern Pennsyvania, a six acre collection of log cabins he purchased in 1972, and where he occasionally trained. It seems to hold a special place in his life.

"His face lights up when he gets here," said Jeremiah Shabazz. Shabazz is related

to the late Malcolm X. They have a quarter century long association. "People come here from all over the world," he addsl, "I don't know how they find the place."

At the entrance of the compound, a boulder with Sonny Liston's name painted on it is a reminder of his first triumph. Ali has built an Islalmic Joynamaz (altar), where he has been seen praying five times a d ay as prescribed by Islam.

"Boxing was my first mission," he confided to a reporter. "Now, I preach for God..I'll

be the greatest evangelist ever."

"It's like a blessing, really," William Plummer quotes him in PEOPLE. "I always liked

to chase girls. Parklinson's put a stop to that. I now stand a chance to get to heaven."

"With everything I do, I ask mysef. Does God approve? You need to do good deeds. I love going to hospitals. I love sick people. Catching a disease. I don't worry. What does that prove? One day, you'll wake up and it'll be judgement day."


The resurgencxe of affection for him crested in the 1995 Olympics in Atlanta when he litthe Olympic flame. He stood tall and dignified as he accepted a reproduction of his Olym-

pic god medal, which he threw away in 1967 as a protest against racial discrimination. Re-

fused service at an all-whilte restaurant, his reaction may be considered extreme, but he was never directly confronted with it before. Mohammed Ali was born in Louisville, Ken-

tuckt to Cassius Clay, Sr. and Odessa Grady on Jan. 17, 1942. The eldest son of two boys, he comes from a middle class background. His father painted outdoor billboards. Despite growing up within a segregated society, he didn't have to endure raciaol friction.

His sponsors were all white businessmen. Recognizing his talent, they saw him not only as

an outstanding athlete, but as a sound investment, who would not only bring them profit, but considerable fame to the state. Even when he had to move on, their separation was amicable. It would seem he is more beloved today than he was when he was active in the ring. He still draws crowds whereever he goes.

What's amazing about this adulation, is that includes young people who had never

seen him box. Because of this, advertisers have been quick to exploit his personna. He

has been criticized for this. He has done a commercial for pesticides, and print and billboard

ads for Apple Computer. He shrugs this off. He doesn't need the money. His purses total- led more than $ 60 million. Even with occasional bad investments, and losses from scams,

most of his money has been invested wisely. His public service announcement aimed at children to "whup tooth decay" still resonates on TV. He advises a better diet, rather than candy. In 1999, he inaugurated The Mohammed Ali Sports Center in Louisville, Kentucky

to honor his birthplace. Today, a spoklesman for The National Parkinson's Disease Founda-

tioin, he has several favoriite charities, among them, UNICEF, The Franciscan Sisters of The

Poor, Save Our Children, and Best Buddies. (An organization treating mental retardation.) In 1998, he appeared at a US Congressional hearing with Abraham Lieberman, Director of

The Parkinson's Foundation, to plead for more money for research. They could not have

a more effective spokesman.


"I say, get an education. Become an electrician. A mechanic. A doctor, a lawyer. Anthing but a fighter. In this trade, it's the managers who make the money, and they last the

longest." This quote is attributed to Ali, although I can't vouch for its authenticity. I did hear him when he approached a cameraman of Philippine Media Center, part of the government crew covering him for the president. Watching him check the camera setting, he said, "You know, if I'd learned a trade, I never would have become a boxer." The cameraman grunted, not realizing the significance of what Ali said. Perhaps, he was thinking of the size of Ali's purses, which despite hangers-on, crooked promoters, and scam artists who prey on naive celebrities, Ali has been prudent about handling money.

12 responses

  • Mark Rosenbaum

    Mark Rosenbaum   said (17 Nov 2008):

    I was in HS when this occured. IT WAS A HUGE event. The way it is written, the style, the feeling that you were there is just flat out amazing. I love boxing, don't want to participate, but Ali is one of those athletes that will always be there even after he is gone. He is Babe Ruth only bigger.

  • Frank Summers

    Frank Summers gave props (27 Nov 2008):

    WOW, to have been there and see this fight! Great Essay!

  • Wes Bennett

    Wes Bennett gave props (18 Feb 2009):

    I am totally envious.. and as a former "pug" Great shots too.

  • Martin Thomas

    Martin Thomas (Deleted) said (13 Aug 2009):

    Again, a brilliant piece about this epic fight!

  • Litz Go

    Litz Go gave props (22 Oct 2009):

    yes, I remember the excitement of that day! The time where everyone's eyes was focus in Manila!

  • Scott Pugh

    Scott Pugh gave props (24 Oct 2010):

    Ali is revered today because he is an icon. A persona that was larger than life. Great story and photos

  • Steven Schutz

    Steven Schutz gave props (24 Jan 2011):

    I have heard of, and watched this fight on tv, read about it for years.....until I read this piece, i thought I knew what had happened....What a great piece and account of the fight...what great photos...

  • Richard Knight

    Richard Knight said (25 Jan 2011):

    Outstanding photo essay, Carl.

    I liked Ali (then Cassius Clay) from the moment he won the light-heavyweight gold medal at the Rome Olympics (1960), and I listened on the radio to his first fight with Sonny Liston (1964) and was so excited when Liston could not answer the bell for the 7th round (or was it the 8th?).

    But, to me, Ali was easily manipulated, and his refusal to accept induction into the army on religious grounds was just too transparent (at least, for me). I was wearing the uniform, at the time, and I seethed in anger.

    Later, in 1971, when Ali finally came out of forced retirement, I was happy that Joe Frazier beat him. It never ceased to infuriate me that Ali "talked down" to Frazier (calling him a "gorilla," among other things). And he got away with it. As far as the media was concerned, Ali was "untouchable." It was a very early example of political correctness.

    Over time, Ali became a more lovable public figure, whether that was his intent or not, and I was happy for him when he carried the torch in the Olympic games.

    There is no question that Ali elevated the sport of boxing. But, like horseracing, boxing is virtually DOA in America, so I question that Ali will remain "bigger" than Babe Ruth, as Mark suggests, assuming he ever was. Tens of millions of Americans have never even heard of Ali, but youngsters will be talking about Babe Ruth, Hank Aaron, Mickey Mantle, Willie Mays, and others, for generations.

    Powerful piece of photojournalism, Carl. Thank you.

  • Gary Benefield

    Gary Benefield gave props (8 Feb 2011):

    great work Carl..makes me wish I was there. Good for you for having the chance to cover this iconic boxing match..

  • Yaz Hawkins

    Yaz Hawkins said (26 Jan 2012):

    I was a lot younger that I 'm now but still remember all the buzz and the excitement about it. Great fight, great story, great pics. Thanks for sharing Carl, it does makes me wish i was there.

  • Lynn E. Harvey

    Lynn E. Harvey gave props (18 Feb 2014):

    Congratulations on this brilliant narrative and images. I had met Ali a number of times in the ;70's and he will surly "get to Heaven" Bravo on this win!!

  • Rey mos

    Rey mos said (13 Sep 2014):

    This is history! Thanks for having this story posted here and reminded us Filipinos that some great boxers visited Manila... Until now boxing still a popular sporting event through the win fights of Manny Pacquiao.

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