In September of 1974 Ali was on a conference on his next fight and the press started laughing about him, about his declarations but then something happened, and they stopped laughing, he believed in his own words.
I’m young, I’m handsome, I’m fast, I’m pretty and can’t possibly be beat. It is befitting that i leave the game just like i camen in:
A big bad monster who knocks out everybody and no one can whup him. I’m better now than I was when you saw thar 22 years old undeveloped kid running.
I’m experienced now, professional. Jaws been broke, been kocked down a couple of times, I’m bad! Been chopping trees. I done something new for this fight. I done wrestled with an alligator. That’s right. I have wrestled with an alligator. I done tussled with a whale. I done handcuffed lightning, thorwn thunder in jail. That’s bad! only last week I murdered a rock, injured a stone, hospitalized a brick! I’m so mean I make medicine sick! Bad dude! bad, fast! fast! fast! Last night I cut the light offf in my bedroom, hit the switch and was in the bed before the room was dark.