Its late September 1997 and Mark Collings, rookie boxing reporter, blags an interrogation with his hero for Esquire magazine
I assembled Jake LaMotta at his favourite eatery, La Maganette, on the corner of 50th and 3rd in Manhattan, two weeks after the deaths among Princess Diana in 1997. It was one of those molten red-hot late summertime New York daytimes, but I had a wool dres and relationship on. Beforehand Id read a quote from LaMotta that said, If you are somebody, you garment like somebody, so I had decided to wear my alone clothing. I was drinking ice-cold Coca-Cola, trying to stop myself from sweating, when Jake arrived. Hes precisely a babe! he said to his son Jake Jr, gesticulating towards me. I was 25, but looked younger than my age.
He was inhaling a cigar and wearing a yellow-bellied polo shirt. He was shorter than I had expected 5ft 8in and his hand was tiny and extraordinarily soft. As I shook it I recollect seeing, This is the hand that knocked Sugar Ray Robinson through the ropes.
I desired boxing. I had boxed a bit when I was a kid and Id written a few minor sections for the Boxing News . I was desperate to get a writing occupation started and had decided to try to blag an interview with LaMotta. Boxing News “ve been given” LaMottas residence quantity and, miraculously, Esquire magazine commissioned the clause and agreed to pay the $500 gratuity which Jake had requested for the interrogation. Season costs, he said.
Jake had just got back from Paris where he was making a film with Eric Cantona. He said he visualized Eric had imagination his girlfriend, who was 30 years older than Jake. He told me “hes been” deaf in one ear so I had to shout. We talked about his six crusades against Sugar Ray Robinson; how “hes lost” 400 lb in heavines throughout his busines; Raging Bull , and how boxing had gone downhill.
We decided to leave the restaurant and strolled along 3rd Avenue. Jake marched in front. He was unbelievably swift for a 75 -year-old and I noticed how his upright swagger was exactly as Robert De Niro had depicted it in Raging Bull . Jake Jr told me “his fathers” would sometimes suck with Frank Sinatra at PJ Clarkes in the 50 s. As we reached the bar, a construction worker in wall street outside recognised Jake. He cut off his drill as we approached and wailed: Hey, its Jake LaMotta! The greatest middleweight that ever lived!
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