With an expression of trepidation and constraint, Phil Scott, so-called heavyweight champion of England, got into a ring in Miami and sat down on a stool while his manager laced up his gloves. In the opposite corner Jack Sharkey, American contender, scowled ferociously and worked his gum-protector around in his mouth. It was a moment which had been preceded by weeks of intensive but not enthusiastic ballyhoo. Scott had looked very bad in training. Slow and clumsy, he had been upset several times by mediocre sparring partners. Sharkey, in fine condition, had...
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