Feb. 25, 1964: Clay vs Liston I

An earthquake. The ground collapsing beneath one’s feet. All that is established and familiar giving way to things new and strange and frightening. We’re only human so don’t judge too harshly the America that woke up on a February morning almost six decades ago to learn the whole world had turned upside down.

Clay and Liston at the weigh-in.
Clay and Liston at the weigh-in.

Cassius Clay wasn’t supposed to be for real. A braggart, a clown, a walking publicity stunt. Not someone a deadly puncher like Sonny Liston need ever worry about. Just a loudmouth, a showboat, who did and said just about anything for attention. Did some bizarre training stuff underwater. Went to Liston’s house and woke him up in the middle of the night. He was even hanging out with those weirdo Black Muslims, shaking hands with Malcolm X. How could a guy like that ever be the heavyweight champion of the world? But it’s February 26th, 1964, and now he is. Good lord, what is this country coming to? What the hell is going on?

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The boxing experts couldn’t make sense of it either. No one with any brains had picked Clay to win. Sonny Liston was huge and powerful and definitely for real, so real he had knocked out champion Floyd Patterson in the first round. Twice. He had arms as big as the branches on an old oak tree, fists the size of hams. He was mean as sin, a henchman for the mob, an ex-con. To cultured, upstanding, white Americans, he was an embarrassment, a disgrace, but at least the kind they could understand. And at least he kept his mouth shut.

Cassius Clay, heavyweight champion? Unbelievable. What happened to boxing? Used to be safe, predictable. The palookas knew their place and followed instructions and regular folks watched and could even make a little cash on the side if they knew what the angle was, kept their ear to the ground.

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Now Joe Louis, there was a black man who knew the score, kept his mouth shut and kept his dignity too. It was sad watching him get beat up by Marciano and then the IRS, but hey, at least he won’t end up blind and penniless like Sam Langford. It’s not America’s fault these guys don’t know what to do with their money. Oh, yeah, don’t forget, Louis was a real stand-up guy donating all that cash to the war effort though. Gotta give him credit for that. Thanks, Joe.

Patterson was okay too. A nice, humble, quiet guy. Though he seemed a bit small to be a real heavyweight. No doubt Marciano could have cleaned his clock if he’d wanted to but “The Rock” walked away and now look where we’re at. All across America, people watching the closed-circuit broadcast, shaking their heads and muttering, “What the hell is going on?” as Liston sat in his corner and Clay went nuts, dancing and running all over the ring like some drugged up lunatic. Damn good question.

Clay vs Liston I

It was a right hand in the very first round that signaled something wasn’t right. Before that, so much dancing and skittering around from Clay, pulling his head back from punches: what kind of boxing was this? Liston chasing and chasing and Clay snapping that jab in his face until he threw a right lead and it landed flush and stopped Sonny in his tracks. The crowd roared as Clay followed up with a left and Liston gave ground and then ate another right hand, and then a left, and then a one-two. That was the harbinger, the portent, the sign the wholly unexpected was about to take place. Things were about to get real weird, real fast.

In the second Liston just kept missing and missing. How could he knock this kid out if he couldn’t corner him,  couldn’t land anything? And then seconds into the third he got tagged by a sharp right, then another, and another, and suddenly it was Clay chasing Liston and letting his hands go, the complete opposite of what was supposed to happen. The world momentarily righted itself for a few seconds when Liston found his footing and unleashed some big shots, putting the challenger on the run, but nothing landed clean and then there was Clay opening up again, a right and three lefts, and by then everyone could see the blood: a cut under Liston’s left eye and a welt under his right, with more blood coming from the nose.

Sonny Liston battered and bleeding. And it’s only round three. What the hell is going on?

By this point anyone with eyes and any brains knew what was about to unfold. Not only was Clay too fast and elusive for Liston but, amazingly, his punches were hurting the supposedly invincible champion. In the fourth it was back to Liston chasing and chasing, but he kept missing and kept bleeding, but as the reality of the situation and an outcome  almost no one anticipated began to sink in, something very strange happened.

LISTON/CLAY FIGHT

There was a commotion in Clay’s corner before round five, the challenger shouting and waving his hands around, and when the match resumed he was shaking his head and blinking furiously. Liston closed in and unleashed a barrage of leather, some fifteen unanswered punches and again, for a moment, it seemed as if reality was reassuming a familiar shape, until you realized all those punches had had no effect on Clay.

A pair of left hooks got home and a right snapped the challenger’s head back and seconds later Liston’s best shot of the whole fight landed, a heavy left hook on the jaw, and something weird was definitely up because Clay shook off the punch like it was nothing. How could this be? The challenger kept backing away and circling the ring and Liston couldn’t get him to stand still to land his shots flush. By round’s end Clay had gotten his legs back and was snapping home that sharp jab again while Sonny now wore the expression of someone who very much wished he were someplace else.

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In the sixth Clay couldn’t miss. He was spearing the champion with the left lead and following with the right and a tired Liston was doing little more than tossing out feeble jabs and giving ground. The pace had slowed to a crawl and at the bell Sonny trudged back to his corner like a tired old man searching for a quiet place to lie down. He slumped on his stool as his handlers crowded around and when, a minute later, they hadn’t left the corner, Cassius Clay started doing a victory dance and the referee was raising his hand.

“What the hell is going on?”

And the answer is the Good Ol’ U.S. of A., land of the free and home of the brave, is changing. Big time. It’s 1964. Some strange music act called “The Beatles” is on the radio all day. The Soviets are putting rockets into space. Shameless “Ya-Ya girls” are going around in mini skirts. There’s serious talk about desegregating schools. And just a few months ago the President of the United States was shot and killed in broad daylight. Now this: some big mouth freak who can’t shut up and calls himself “The Greatest” is the heavyweight champion of the world.

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The moment Clay realized he had won.

All that safe, predictable “Leave It To Beaver” stuff is gone, folks. Show got cancelled last year. Welcome to the new America where things are about to get real weird, real fast. Or as the man about to change his name to Muhammad Ali and become the most famous person on the planet would put it: “I am America. I am the part you won’t recognize. But get used to me: black, confident, cocky. My name, not yours. My religion, not yours. My goals, my own. Get used to me.”                      — Michael Carbert  

 

5 thoughts on “Feb. 25, 1964: Clay vs Liston I

  • February 26, 2019 at 6:07 pm
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    Like stepping into a time machine,thank you Michael.

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  • September 15, 2019 at 10:22 pm
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    I would love to see a write up from Sports Illustrated prior to the fight. I was a 14 year old kid and just knew Cassius was gonna get his self a lesson taught from the biggest and baddest heavyweight ever. I could not believe we had a new champion when Liston did not report for Round 7. The rest is history and thanks for the memories Muhammad, you are truly the greatest.

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  • February 26, 2020 at 12:35 pm
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    I really enjoy this site, and most of the comments add to my enjoyment of the articles. But some of what you said is disturbing. You’ve basically stated that Cassius Clay should have been assassinated – “there was real concern that someone would shoot Liston and/or Clay right in the ring. For traditional, Greatest Generation America and their best interests, too bad the latter didn’t occur.” That’s beyond the pale. You also asked why God allowed “Clay and Namath to thumb their noses at our country and all the fine things it stood—and stands—for.” Your vision of what our country stands for seems to be stuck in the past. For the sake of not getting into a political argument (which would be counter to what this site is all about) I won’t go into why. But I would respectfully request that you keep your political opinions on political sites. The Fight City isn’t such a site.

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  • August 9, 2021 at 9:12 pm
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    The end of sportsmanship.

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