Raul ("Little Mouse") Macias was obviously among friends. Every Mexican who could make it was in Los Angeles' Wrigley Field last week screaming for Macias to murder that little Frenchman in the other corner. But French Bantamweight Alphonse Halimi couldn't understand a word—and couldn't care less. A grown-up guttersnipe from the back alleys of Algeria's Constantine, Alphonse learned long ago that the guy with the busted bottle, the quick pocketknife or the padded fists, is the only enemy.
So Alphonse went to work with a street fighter's will. He put his head down, leaned on his opponent and swung. He had weighed...
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