Thursday, 15 November 2012

Iron Mike

A breath of fresh air in the eighties. Blew away the scene. Ali whispered in Mikes ear, Berbick was gone.

Pacing the canvas like a tiger in the gladiators arena, his prey terrified before a glove thrown.

His punches sounded different. They retired people.

1 comment:

Patrick Strogulski said...

Grrr, you nailed him, cool work !