"If you stop the fight I will kill myself," breathed hairy-chested Marcel Cerdan to his manager. Then the middle-aged (32) middleweight champion slumped back on his squat stool in Detroit's Briggs Stadium, close to exhaustion. "My title . . . my title," he mumbled in French.
For nine rounds last week, Marcel Cerdan of Casablanca, onetime marine in France's navy, had done the best he could, but he was fighting with one hand. In the opening round, the first time he threw a left hook, he had torn the elevator muscle in his left shoulder....
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