在阿林顿国家公墓,我静静地伫立在乔·路易斯的遗体前,两旁的号手奏出了低沉悲怆的哀乐,我的思绪也随之回溯到了四十年前的一天……。1941年6月18日的夜晚,纽约市内的波罗体育馆中烟雾缭绕,人声鼎沸。被喻为“褐色轰炸机”的乔·路易斯显得有点焦躁不安,汗水从身上不断渗出。他挥动着拳套直盯着我,一对眸子好似在燃烧,目光咄咄逼人。对我来说,这场比赛是从乔手中夺取世界重量级拳击冠军的绝好机会。在比赛的前十二个回合中,我成功地避开了乔的多次猛拳。现在,第十三个回 At the Arlington National Cemetery, I quietly stood in front of Joe Louis’s body, with trumpets on my knees and my thoughts going back four decades. June 18, 1941 night, New York City, Baltic Gymnasium smoke filled, voices. Joe Louis, who was hailed as a “brown bomber,” seemed a little restless and sweat dripping from him. He waving his glove staring at me, a pair of pupil seems to be burning, look aggressive. To me, this game is a great opportunity to grab world-class heavyweight boxing champion from Joe. In the first twelve rounds of the game, I managed to avoid Joe’s multiple punches. Now, the thirteenth back