"I couldn’t go down, not like this, not on the ropes. Almost blindly, I swung with my right, missed.
And he got me with that devastating right hook of his.
I reeled back on my heels, and the world sounded like a tidal wave crashing against the shore. I was vaguely aware of him hitting me again, a left jab that connected with my jaw.
I fell back against the ropes, and only instinct brought my gloves up to cover my face. He crowded in, pistoned his fists into my aching ribs, four or five times.
I think he was amazed his famous right hook hadn’t laid me out. I was surprised, too."