I never made the mistake of climbing into any ring again. Then by pure accident in the first minute of the fight, I bopped him on the nose and he came after me with murderous intent. I whispered to my opponent, ‘If you go easy on me I won’t try to hit you,’ and he nodded, okay. Just once, at school in Bombay, I had been forced into a boxing ring, terrified. In Bombay, we preferred to watch wrestling, and the great wrestler Dara Singh had been my kind of hero.
I was familiar with a few names, Louis, Dempsey, Floyd Patterson, Ingemar Johansson – but I didn’t really care about the fight game. Until Ali came along I had never been interested in boxing. Taken from Rushdie's introduction to the Picador Classic edition of David Remnick's classic biography of America's most dynamic modern hero, King of the World.
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