- Why isn’t he sittin’ down? - Pay attention.
Now he’ll wonder: If Braddock is such an old man, why’s he still standing?
Why’s he still coming at me?
You’re stronger than this guy. Don’t back up, don’t back off!
This guy is a bull-rusher. He’ll keep coming at you all night, until you stop him.
He can’t back up. You stop him.
You gotta beat this son of a bitch from the inside out!
You hear me? You gotta get in there.
You get in there and hit him and keep hitting until you break his nose.
You fill his face with blood.
Beat him from the inside out, Jim, from the inside out!
Lasky continues to fire. Braddock looks like he’s finally starting to wilt.
That’s it. That’s more like it.
Back him up.
Lasky now looking to put a Grimm ending to Braddock’s fairy-tale comeback.
Lasky pounding hard shots to the body.
Braddock just took a tremendous shot, a hard right to the head,
which knocked his mouthpiece to the canvas.
Braddock just took Lasky’s best shot and it didn’t even faze him.
Get in there and take that sucker!
He’s showing tremendous determination.
Right in there, and get his nose!
Braddock comes in with a hard shot to the body.
Lasky’s wilting under the pressure from the Bulldog of Bergen.
Braddock’s now back on the attack. Another vicious combination by Braddock.
Lasky flowing blood from the nose.
The 15th and final round.
Braddock now looks like the younger fighter.
The Garden is on its feet! Jim Braddock will not be denied!
There’s the bell. This one goes to the scorecards.
And the winner, by unanimous decision,
James J. Braddock!