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1973 Foreman vs 1989 Tyson...
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Hands down, no comparison. of course I expect a bunch of Tyson fans to argue in his favor but comparing Tyson's power to Foreman's power is like comparing Dempsey's the Shaver's. Forman KO by 4. -
Foreman threw a lot of arm punches and still devastatingly KOd people with them.
Unreal.
If you look at his fights, he drops and hurts people many times with freakin' arm punches. No joke. That's straight up natural power.Comment
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I like how people say Foreman would just walk through Tyson. I would say Foreman wins too, but if Lyle can slam Foreman with punches and hurt him badly, so can a guy as explosive as Tyson.
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JailbrokenLast edited by Steak; 02-11-2011, 05:53 AM.Comment
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Yeah but we would assume this is prime for prime here. Frankly, the Foreman that fought Lyle was not thought by many people to be at his best.
But Foreman was about 38 when he started his comeback and went 31-3-0 (26 KOs) from '87-'97.
Pretty damn sweet record in his old age.Comment
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Foreman could probably KO me with one finger.Comment
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Big George Foreman was attempting to put back together the pieces that had been shattered in the African jungle by Muhammad Ali. Foreman had been devastated by his loss to The Greatest, hence the length of time he’d spent inactive between Zaire and hooking up with the equally big Ron Lyle. With fifteen months of inactivity under his belt and the ring rust one would expect to go with it, Foreman entered the ring at Caesars Palace for his first real fight since “The Rumble.”
The two walked to ring centre where a wild exchange took place. Now Foreman was fighting back! Throwing powerful hooks he then cracked a massive right into his rival’s skull and Lyle toppled to the floor. Howard Cosell, once again doing commentary, was finding nothing farcical about this Foreman appearance; he was going as nuts as the crowd.
Lyle was flat on his back and looked totally gone for a second or two before he slowly rolled onto all fours and bravely beat the count. He seemed exhausted but the action continued. George flew at him in an effort to end things right then and there and still a full minute remained in the round. Lyle was ready to go, if only Foreman could land the finisher. He threw everything he had trying to find it. Lyle tried to cover up on the ropes as Foreman blazed away at him, throwing seven consecutive left hooks at one point! Then Lyle forced the action back to ring centre and came roaring back at George! This was pure slugging now and it was beautiful violence. These two heavyweights were taking turns at launching haymakers at each other in a dream of a rumble. An uppercut landed on a weary Foreman and then Ron let go with his left. Foreman crashed to the mat again, this time head first. Surely it was the end. George looked the very sight of a badly beaten fighter. Somehow he sc****d himself off the canvas just as the bell rang, which definitely saved him this time. He staggered back to his corner on heavy legs and hit the stool. He listened to Clancy’s directions but defeat loomed. How could he be expected to come back from such punishment, not to mention fatigue?
Round five began and Foreman marched right out to meet Lyle at ring centre. No one could ever question his guts again after this performance, as some had after Zaire. Nor could anyone question the heart of Ron Lyle either. The action was almost in slow motion now, both men were nearly totally spent. They wrestled like dinosaurs before Lyle let loose with a sharp left. Foreman looked canvas bound once again but managed to remain upright. He was falling all over the ring now though with his hands completely down. Yet more punches landed from Lyle but George, from inside the depths of a fierce fighting heart, instinctively ordered his arms to work and almost blindly threw punches back. A right hurt Lyle who yet again was stuck on the ropes. With his back to the corner turnbuckle Ron finally caved in for good as something like twenty unanswered punches blasted into his head. He pitched forward and sagged to the floor, utterly beaten.
The most astonishingly two sided prize fight ever had ended. Who knows how but George Foreman prevailed. But oh, what a war! A never to be forgotten brawl that truly was the stuff of dreams. A fight that if written for a movie would have been considered too far fetched and unrealistic (perhaps even for a Rocky sequel). But there it was, in living colour, at Caesars
Palace.
In the interview afterwards George stated how much the obvious ring rust had affected him. He also proudly referred to his fighting heart being comparable to that of a lion. He was right. A lot of self doubt and worry had been eradicated by this incredible win and, as George would say years later, he was able to sleep a lot better at night after his brave performance.
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