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"Milt--why did you do it?"
"I didn't do it. I just had to make you think I did."
"In God's name--why?"
"Because I'm sentimental, maybe, but I've always had my own ideas about the kind of fighter who should be a Ten-Time winner. All my life I've kept remembering the old greats--Dempsey, Sullivan, Corbett--the men who did it on their own, and I wanted you to get it right--on your own--like a real champion."
Frankie was confused. "I wanted to go on my own. Why didn't you tell me then?"
"Then you'd have lost. You'd have gone down whimpering and moaning. You see, Frankie, all those old fighters had a vital ingredient--the thing it takes to make a champion--courage."
"And you didn't think I had it?"
"Sure I did. But the killer instinct is dead in fighters today and it has to be ignited. It needs a trigger, so that was what I gave you--a trigger."
Frankie understood. "You wanted me to get mad!"
"To do it, you had to get mad--at me. You're not conditioned to get mad at Nappy or Pop. It's not the way we fight now. It had to be me. I had to make you hate me."
Frankie marveled. "So when Pop looked at you--"
"He knew."
Frankie was off the table, his arms around Milt. "I'm--I'm so ashamed."
Frankie was crying. "You are damn right! Thanks."
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