My prayer last night before going to sleep was ” Fight, Ali, fight. You have fought before. You lived fighting, please fight one more time.. “And then I woke up to the sad news that you have hanged your boxing gloves!
That you are are now flat on your back in life’s boxing ring.
My dad, a fine boxer, made me fall in love with you when I was a kid.
He would sit me down and analyse your punches and how dangerous each punch of yours was… He made me a fan and I have been, ever since.
My fascination grew as I grew older and so did you. I didn’t realise you had aged… Parkinsons..
You were strong. Big. Powerful. Big mouthed. Poet. Life coach…. You brought glitz and glamour to boxing…. Larger than life . You were indeed the greatest.
The fight is over!
It is no longer rest time
It is no longer extra time.
The fight is over.
Go and rest.
Goodbye Mohammed Ali, The Greatest!!!!
” Float Like a Butterfly, Sting Like a Bee……Your Hands Can’t Hit What Your Eyes Can’t.”