- Mick. Sal Lonano. - Hey, Mick, how you doing?
You own a cab company, you're a good businessman, right?
- Yeah, he's very organized. - How's the hand?
It's good. You know, it's getting better. Stronger.
Yeah, you know, I made a few calls already. I talked to Buddy Tags.
Said he can set up something local, something to start back with.
- Get your confidence back. - That's it.
You gotta get your confidence back. That's all.
Your dad wants Sal to manage ya, and he wants me to train ya.
But I'll only do it on one condition.
- No crazy-time nonsense. - It's how it's gotta be.
- No Dicky. No Alice. - No Dicky. No Alice.
I get it, I get it. I'm good, I understand.
- Look, I appreciate the opportunity. - I can't take the bullshit, Mick.
- No offense, Georgie. - None taken.
I'm gonna be the one who gets his balls cut off, anyway.
- Yeah. You laugh. - You...
...fuckin' traitor! - What are you doing?
What the hell's the matter with you?! Come on! The pans hurt!
Do they hurt?! I hope it hurts!
- Sal Lonano is a good man! - A good man?!
He's a legitimate businessman, for Chrissakes!
- Legitimate businessman? - Yes. What?
Oh, my God, you know what that sounds like?
- He's a crook, George! - He owns a taxi cab company!
- He's organized! - Oh, my God. He's a cab driver.
He knows everything about boxing, right?
I don't think so! He's gonna steal your son's money and rob him blind!
Why would you think that? Why would you even think that?
- Why can't you trust anybody with...? - I know people.
I know, George, you think I don't know anything, but I know people.
- I know you know people. - And that Sal Lonano
banana fucking thing, we don't need that in our lives!
We haven't made one dollar with these kids!
- You betrayed me! - Oh, bullshit, I betrayed you.
- You always react the same way. - He's a fuckin' crook!
What's Micky supposed to do? Dicky's in jail!
We're not talking about his trainer, sweetheart!
We're talking about his manager, that's me!
But, Mom, maybe Micky should try something different!
What are you doing opening your mouth in my kitchen?
- You owe me $200. - I said I was gonna pay you next week.
I don't want another word outta you.
That was last month you told me two weeks.
You take sides against me in my own house, you owe me money?
And Ma's been great to Micky, Sherri.
Really, I mean, who's gonna look out for Micky better than his own mother?
It's that fuckin' girl, Charlene. We gotta get rid of her.
Ma, we gotta get rid of her. It's that girl, Charlene. She gotta go.
You're gonna get Charlene involved?
- Is that what you're telling me? - I know where she lives.
What are you pickin' on her for?
She lives in that yellow house on Stevens Street.
I'm gonna go talk to Micky, sort this out for myself.
Yeah, sure. You go handle it with your vigilantes. All of yous now.
This is wrong, Alice!
I got it!
Get outta my way! Get in the car!
Come on, come on, come on, come on!
Get in the car.
- Yeah, they're in there! - Up there on the second floor.
Micky!
Where the hell are you? You up there? Come on down!
Where are you?
Holy shit, Micky, your mother and your sisters are here.
No, don't. Do not go out there. Please.
No, I'm not hiding from your crazy fuckin' family.
Hi.
Well, well, well. Look at this.
Look at what?
- Why you hiding from us, Micky? - He's not hiding.
Wasn't talking to you. I was talking to my son.
What are you doing, Mickster?
I'm right here. I ain't hiding from nobody, Alice.
You're not helping yourself with your father's scumbag friend Lonano.
What are you gonna do, turn your back on Dicky next?
All we ever wanted for you was to be world champion.
Micky's a grown man. He can think for himself.
- Shut your mouth. - Skank.
Don't call me skank. I'll rip that nasty hair right out of your fuckin' head.
I'm his mother. And his manager.
You're not my manager anymore. And I'm not waiting for Dicky, OK?
I'm not gettin' any younger.
Who's gonna look after you, sweetheart?
I mean, come on. I know you don't understand it, but I had nine kids
- and I love every one of you the same. - You got a funny way of showing it,
letting him get beat up, letting him get his hand broken.
- You're crazy. - You fuckin' bar skank!
- What did I just say to you? - Don't put your hands on her...
- Get off of me! - Stop it!
Let her go! Let her go!
- Fuck you, Charlene! - Fuck you!
- Get the fuck outta here! Now! - Fuck you, Charlene!
- Skank! - Micky...
- Fuckin' bitch! - Oh, my God! Gail!
What'd she do to your nose?
What is happenin' What is happenin' to everybody?
I don't understand, sweetheart.
Why... Why do you think I spell my name with an E?
'Cause I don't.
- No-E Micky Ward. - Hey, somebody push the button.
- Where we going? What's with the ring? - Ring's across the street.
- The ring's across the street? - Yeah.
Yeah, smaller venue. They got no dressin' rooms over there.
- Yeah, but... - Micky, It's just a start. Don't worry.
Hey. Good luck.
That's it!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Visit for Dick Eklund.
Dicky!
Eklund, you got a visitor!
Heard you won a bunch of fights, Mick. That's good.
I know you know what I been doing.
I'm sure Alice and everybody else told you.
I just wanted to tell you to your face myself.
I got new management. Mickey O'Keefe's my trainer now.
It's all good.
Yeah. They got you fightin' Alfonso Sanchez.
- On HBO. - And you're proud of that?
- Fuckin' right. - HBO is invested in the Mexican.
I didn't think they were gonna be invested in me?
- I got a shot. I'm gonna take it. - Wake up.
They don't care if he kills you.
Mike Toma did it. He's using you, like a stepping-stone for Sanchez.
- Why don't you see? - Oh, I see.
How could I stand a chance without the great Dick Eklund in my corner, right?
You didn't give a fuck if I got killed by Mungin.
Now all of a sudden you're worried Sanchez is gonna hurt me? Why?
'Cause you're stuck in here and can't be the center of attention no more?
- You need it that bad? - I've seen this Mexican fight.
He fights, hits, like a fuckin' mule, all right?
Fifteen knockouts, undefeated. You crazy?
And that taxi cab idiot, Lonano, he went right for it.
He's a paper gangster, he's using you to steal money.
Why can't you just shut up and be happy for me?
I spent the last ten years of my life in bad fights set up by you and Alice.
I finally got a good thing going for me
and you can't be fuckin' happy for me? Why?
What's your plan? How you gonna fight Sanchez?
- I ain't here to talk about that. - What's your plan?
- I am not here to talk about that. - What's your plan?
Yes, you are.
You watch the fight and you'll see the plan.
I can't watch it. They don't let us. It's too fuckin' violent. I mean...
Two minutes, Dicky.
They'll let us watch a stupid documentary about crack,
but I can't watch my own brother fighting, you know?
Hey... Mick, what is it?
You scared? You embarrassed because you don't even have a plan?
I'm your brother. Just tell me.
Are you gonna shit on it no matter what I say?
I'm not gonna shit on it. Just tell me.
Go toe-to-toe. Overhand right in the middle rounds.
He's weak against the overhand right.
Who came up with that? Fatty fuck O'Keefe?
Fuck you, Dicky.
You gotta run against this guy. Let him punch himself out.
Take him to the body, right? Get inside.
Switch stances like you're gonna work his right, hit him on the left.
You ain't me. All right? You can't be me.
- Careful. Switch outside... - You had a hard enough time
being you when you had your fuckin' chance,
and that's why you're in here. I'll fight Sanchez the way I fight.
I'm talking about the way you fight, you moron!
Yeah, you know I'm right! He knows I'm right. All right.
He knows I'm right.
Ward's record: 29 wins, seven losses so far, 20 KOs.
He's been a little better since he refocused himself on the sport,
as JB pointed out.
Now, here's Ward's opponent, Alfonso Sanchez, out of Tijuana, Mexico.
You see the record: 16 wins, 15 KOs, eight first-round KOs.
There's Mike Toma, the promoter of the fight,
who has a lot invested in Sanchez.
And he says that Sanchez is
one of the most talented young prospects in the sport of boxing.
This is really one of the saddest kinds of fights in boxing.
- Get out of the corner! - Micky Ward is 31 years old,
he's here because he needs the money, he's taking a beating...
And my point is that he doesn't really have to sit here
and take this beating. He can do something about it.
Which is what? Have his corner throw in the towel?
- Or fight back. - Get back.
You can see his power.
Every time he hits Ward, he backs him up.
How about taking points away from him?
Larry, unless the referee does, you can't.
The referee should just go ahead and stop this fight.
He knows that Micky doesn't want to be here. I wouldn't even make...
He's fightin' scared, Dick.
Runnin' away, not hittin' back.
Oh, Jesus. He's gonna get hurt.
Doing that same old shit.
They never seen such an embarrassing performance.
He's doing what I told him, Ma. He's doing what I told him.
Don't worry about it. He's doing what I told him.
Micky Ward, showing nothing but respect.
What are you runnin' around for? Stop running around!
Shut the fuck up, Sal! Shut the fuck up!
I don't know what you're doing, Micky. Want to fuckin' tell me?
'Cause I don't know what you're doing.
We have lost all five rounds, is that what you want?
Dreadful. This is dreadful, dreadful stuff.
You gotta show me something soon, Mick, or I'm gonna stop the fight.
Now they're gonna stop the fight, Micky.
He's gotta go inside, Ma.
He's gotta take it to the body. He's gotta.
Come on, get your punches up...
- Don't stop the fight. - They're gonna stop this fight.
Then you gotta do something, baby.
That's not what we talked about, Micky.
We had a plan and you're not doing it. Now, let's go.
All right, Micky.
You've lost the first five rounds. What's the next strategy gonna be?
Double right hand by Sanchez, then a triple left hook.
A couple of the left hooks landed flush on the cheek of Micky Ward.
Ward tying Sanchez up.
Very curious performance by Micky Ward.
Come on, Micky, come on!
Ward seems... trying to land one big shot
to change Sanchez's mind...
And he's beginning to open up.
Taking advantage of more and more opportunities to get close to Ward
and throw against a fighter...
Time!
...who's not defending himself by punching.
Sanchez is gonna try to end this fight.
- What are you doing? Come on! - That's it.
Good boy!
He's down on an uppercut!
- Nicely thrown left uppercut inside. ...three, four, five...
And right after Ward threw a pretty good right hand.
Mick, you all right? Come to me. Come to me.
This is a fight that should be stopped.
Come on, head, body, head.
This is not professional.
That's exactly what I'm saying.
- Punch him! You gotta punch! - Someone should pay me to watch this.
Come on, man! Head, body, head!
That was a good body shot by Ward.
That was good. Maybe it'll turn him around.
Maybe. I'm talking about if I...
Sanchez drops like he's shot! Oh, my God!
The most unlikely knockout you have ever seen.
That was a kidney shot, the kind of kidney shot...
...nine, ten!
I still don't believe what I just saw.
Oh, Micky won!
Now, did Micky Ward just make idiots of us all
with a spectacular piece of strategy? Take another look. Amazing.
A brilliant win in the career of Micky Ward out of Lowell, Mass.
Unbelievable defeat at the hands of Micky Ward,
who had all but given away the first half-dozen rounds of the bout.
I think what Micky did was he recognized
that he'd hurt the guy with the body shot.
Micky's a better fighter than that to not be runnin' from that guy like that.
Theater of the unexpected.
Hey, you never know what can happen, right?
Never give up in this game, right? Never give up.
You can't make it up, folks.
You hear what he said?
He said, " You can't give up in this game."
Well, maybe Micky Ward heard me say you should stop this fight
and he went out and stopped it.
- Right there. Right there. - Yeah! I can't believe it.
I'm lookin' over, and I'm thinkin' to myself like they were thinkin'
This thing is over.
But I tell you what, if you looked at the commentators,
they started to take their headsets off before he was even counted out.
They just wanted to get out of there.
Mick, Mick. I just spoke to Mike Toma.
- He told me something very interesting. - Holy shit, what?
He just told me,
had Sanchez won tonight, he would've gotten the title shot.
- Holy Christ, that's beautiful. - Why? Why is that beautiful?
- A title shot. Mick gets the shot. - Micky gets the shot!
- Are you kidding me? - Are you sure about that?
I just spoke to the guy. Mike! Come here, Mike. Look, tell these guys.
- Hey, Mike Toma. Thank you. - Congratulations.
You're not a stepping stone anymore. I always knew you had the talent.
That was a hell of a strategy, wearing him down and taking it to the body.
Thirty years in the business, I'd never seen a knockout like that.
Larry Merchant was writing your obituary,
and Sanchez drops like he's shot with a gun.
Where'd you get that?
That's the first thing my brother taught me.
Tap 'em to the head, ding 'em to the body.
- That's a hell of a body shot. - Thank you.
- You ready for a title shot? - I ain't gettin' no younger.
Thanks, Mr. Toma. Thank you.
He's ready. You're ready, aren't ya?
Shea Neary in London for the title.
Are you kidding, we got some celebrating to do.
- Yeah, I think so. - Thank you so much.
- Gonna have a great champ in my boy. - Thank you, Mr. Toma.
It's what your brother would've always wanted.
He's not even gonna be there.
- Hey! - Daddy!
- Come here, buddy. - Daddy, Daddy!
Good to see you!
That's a good hug! That's a good hug! Yeah!
- Sweetheart. - Hey, Ma.
Oh, you look so good. Oh, my God.
- You have clean teeth. - I do! Look at my teeth!
I got new teeth. Everything.
How you think I look?
- Good. - Yeah?
Cake and more cake.
- Ice cream? - Ice cream and cake.
Ice cream and cake and cake. Right?
Ice cream, cake and cake. Ice cream, cake and cake...
Quacka!
Ma.
- They gave you some new teeth, huh? - Yeah.
Hey, Georgie. What, they let you outta the house now?
- Yeah. - Lettin' him outta the house, Ma?
Hey, look, I want you to meet Sal Lonano.
How you doing, Dicky?
Let's spar.
Hey, Charlene.
Welcome back!
It's supposed to be a surprise. You're late.
- Hey. - Hey.
Mick, I can't even tell you, being in this smelly-ass locker room. You know?
Being back with you, this is what got me through.
- You look good. Your eyes are clear. - Yeah. You know...
...Alice says prison might've been the best thing for me.
Got me clean. Got me clear. Up here.
It's a beautiful thing, Dick.
- I gotta talk to you about something. - Yeah.
Look at this locker. The old locker.
I love it. Fuckin' love it.
I made a promise to them I wouldn't work with you again.
I had to. After everything that happened, I'm sorry.
You stickin' to that?
I'm glad you're back. You look good.
I don't know what else to say.
- Mick, you fuckin' kidding me? - No, I'm not.
- Oh, hey, Mick. - Come on, come on!
You gotta... Ma. You gotta do this at home. Please?
What are you talkin' about? What's the matter?
Mom, please?
All right, girls. Let's pack it up.
I know. We'll see him at home.
- What the hell...? - Would you please pack it up?
- Why? - Let's get it put away.
If that's what Micky wants, we're gonna put it away.
- There's your brother. - Dicky...
- How ya doing? - Micky?
That's nice. That's nice.
We've been working on it for two weeks.
Sherri, come on, stop it.
All right, girls, come on, let's go home.
It's not the time to do this, obviously. Come on.
You stay here. What the hell's going on?
- What's going on? - We ain't gonna work together.
He don't want me to work with him.
What're you talking about?
That's not right.
Micky never would've won Sanchez without Dicky.
That's fuckin' bullshit! Take it back!
Hey, hey, hey, hey. Don't you fuckin' talk to my mother that way.
- Fuck you! - Fuck you!
Take 'em home.
Why don't you ask Micky?
If we're gonna train, they gotta go.
They gotta go, Mick, come on.
Ask him, George. Ask him if he would've won Sanchez without his brother?
Hey, take him outside, all right?
No, I wouldn't have won Sanchez if it wasn't for Dicky.
How can you say that to O'Keefe?
Because it's true.
I went with that game plan, it wasn't working.
So I went back to what I learned with Dicky.
And I wouldn't have won without you, either, O'Keefe, OK?
I mean, you know that. We worked hard. You got me ready.
You got your confidence and your focus from O'Keefe,
and from Sal and your father and from me.
- Dicky's a junk bag. - Hey.
He's a junk bag!
- Fuck you, Charlene. - Fuck you.
- I'm eight months sober. - Oh, yeah,
and I'm sure you're gonna need something now that you're out.
"Oh, my back. Oh, my back."
- Fuck you always picking on me for? - No, fuck you!
And what about O'Keefe? We're in the same boat.
One day at a fucking time, right, O'Keefe? You know what I mean?
What, it's all right for him to be here?
Why am I the fuckin' problem? I'm his blood, I'm his family!
- You are the problem! - I'm the one fighting, OK?
Not you, not you, and not you.
- I know what I need. - And you need Dicky?
I want Dicky back.
And I want you, Charlene. And I want O'Keefe.
I want my family. What's wrong with that?
It's not the deal we made, baby.
She's right, Micky. That's not the deal.
It wasn't the deal. Come on, you can't do this to us.
- You sound like them now. - I sound like them now?
- Yeah, you sound like them. - You sound like them.
How could I do this to you? "You can't do that to us.
He can't do that to us." You sound like them.
You should fuckin' listen to yourself.
You sound like them and maybe this is where you belong.
That's the way you love him?
- Charlene! - Come on!
- You wanted your brother? Good luck. - O'Keefe, come on.
- Mickey. - Mickey.
Come on, everything happens for a reason.
You know? Maybe it's for the best. God has a plan.
Wanna spar with your brother?
Dick Eklund, pride of Lowell!
Watching that for years, huh?
Micky, Micky!
Whoa, hey! What the hell are you doing?
Micky!
- Daddy! Daddy, Daddy! - For crying out loud!
Take that baby out of here.
I told you take him away ten minutes ago!
Sweetheart, you all right? You OK? Your back?
What are you doing? What's the matter with you?
Can this be my fight, Alice? Just once?
Maybe just this one time not for Dicky?
I know you think he's coming back.
He's 40 years old and doesn't have a tooth in his head
- that's his fuckin' own. - I'll go fuckin' ten rounds.
Let your brother talk for a minute here, all right?
- What are you sayin' sweetheart? - I'm Shea Neary...
Shut up before I bust your fuckin' head open, Dicky.
- Hey, hey... - What're you gonna do? I'm Shea Neary.
You want me to bust your fuckin' head open?
Come on, come on! George, please!
- Dicky! - Please! What are you saying?
- Tell me what you're saying. - This is supposed to be my fight.
This is my shot at a title. I won't get another one after this.
- Am I being selfish? - No.
Am I saying, "Micky, Micky, Micky?" You know what? If I am, I'm sorry.
I thought I was fightin' for the championship.
And I thought you were my mother, too.
I am your mother.
Yeah, Ma.
Mick, I'm sorry. I had no idea you felt like that, all right?
If I made mistakes, I'm gonna be better.
I don't wanna hurt you. I am so sorry. I'm sorry.
Dicky!
Stay with him.
Dicky... Dicky!
- Dicky! - Gotta do something.
Dicky, wait, come on!
- Micky wants you! I want you! - I gotta do something.
I know what that means. Don't do this!
Hey, Chan.
- What's going on? - Hey, Dicky.
Hey, Dicky's back!
Hey!
Look at you!
What's up, my boy? How you doing? Good to see you, man.
- You look good. Welcome back. - Yeah, you're looking good.
- Great. - Good to see ya.
- Welcome home. - Hi, honey.
What's up, man? You're looking good.
- Wanna head upstairs? - Dicky's back.
- Hi, Dicky. We're gonna party. - Go upstairs, man?
- Go upstairs, take a while? - We missed you!
- Let's go, buddy. - Come on, Dicky.
- Make for a little party for you... - Hey, come back.
- What the fuck's that all about? - What the hell was that?
Charlene? It's Dicky.
Get off my porch, you piece of shit.
How fuckin' dare you...
... cocksucker...
... fuckin'...
You're a fuckin' asshole, Dicky.
I want you off my fuckin' porch!
Why don't you just fuckin' come down here and talk to me?
Such an asshole, coming to my fucking house. You piece of shit!
- Standing on my porch... - Charlene...
It's not fuckin' lady-like to be shoutin' in the street like this.
You're such a fuckin' cocksucker coming over here.
- Please? - Oh, yeah, you think I fuckin' care?
- Come on, just fuckin'... - Get off my fuckin' porch, Dicky!
Would you just fuckin' come down here... and talk to me?
What kind of dog is that? Is that a Cocker Spaniel?
All right, I know you can't fuckin' stand me.
Really, what makes you say that?
I ain't got no use for you, either. All right? But my brother loves ya.
And you can't just run away because of me.
He don't deserve that. All right?
So I will quit if you want me to quit.
- You're full of shit. - I swear to God.
I will quit if it means you'll come back, all right?
But I want you to think about something.
Micky has a chance to do something that I never did.
That in my time, I never had.
"Oh, yeah, my big chance was with Sugar Ray Leonard.
I'm so great. I'm the pride of fuckin' Lowell.
Oh, yeah, I fought Sugar Ray Leonard." I've heard it.
I came here to make things right.
- OK, let's make things right. - Yeah.
Number one: You didn't knock down Sugar Ray Leonard. He tripped.
I was in the ring. Don't you think I know what really happened that day?
All right? What have you ever done with your life?
- I like my life. - Yeah, what you ever done with it?
- I like my life now, Dicky. - What have you done with your life?
You're a college dropout, Charlene.
You're just a little bar girl. Your life sucks.
All right. I drank too much.
I worked in a lot of bars.
And I ruined a lot of opportunities, but I'm trying to do something better here.
- And so is Micky. - And so am I.
And he needs me. You heard him. And I know he needs you.
What is that blue shit on your arm?
It's icing.
OK. I'll see ya in Micky's corner. Otherwise, go fuck yourself.
- It's a deal. - All right? It's a deal.
We worked it out for you. Ask her.
Good. Go get O'Keefe back, too.
I will.
Hey, Mick...
You think I knocked down Sugar Ray Leonard?
Went ten rounds. One of the best ever and he couldn't hurt you.
You were my hero.
I was.
I'm sorry.
You are?
There's a press conference downstairs.
Come on, let's go.
Spot of tea, mate!
Neary: Ten stone... six pound.
Ward: Ten stone... six pound.
Hey, Micky, Micky Ward! We have a question over here.
- How you been training? - I train, I train hard.
Shea's 22 and 0. He's never been knocked down.
- That's gonna change tomorrow. - In fact, we expected
a much better fighter.
I'm just grateful to be here and have the opportunity.
Thank you guys for the shot.
Shea, who do you respect as a fighter? And who would you like to fight next?
I plan on moving right through Micky Ward tomorrow.
Moving on to other great fighters, like Gatti.
Yeah, I believe Gatti and I would make a great match.
Are you scared, Mr. Ward?
And now, ladies and gentlemen, 12 rounds of boxing
for the WBU Welterweight Championship of the World!
I can't see!
Here I go again on my own
Goin' down the only road I've ever known
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
- Hey, fellas, let's go. - I made up my mind
I ain't wasting no more time
Here I go again on my own
Going down the only road I've ever known
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
Don't listen to 'em, Mick.
I made up my mind
I ain't wasting no more time...
And there is Micky Ward of Lowell, Massachusetts,
entering the ring. It's his first fight outside the United States.
Micky Ward: 30 wins, seven losses. He's gotten better recently, 20 KOs.
And now Ward awaits his opponent, Shea Neary.
Neary regards himself as the European Arturo Gatti.
Meaning that he is a head-on, high-contact fighter
who throws 70 punches per round.
Neary's from Liverpool and should have
a huge following here tonight.
Accompanied by Paint the Town Red by The Mahones.
Neary is the current Welterweight Champion of the World.
He is a very tough young man. Beyond dedicated.
Lives a Spartan existence. And according to his promoters,
does nothing but eat, drink, think, fantasize...
...dream of fighting.
Shea Neary has had 22 professional fights and won them all.
Seventeen KOs.
Come out when you hear the bell. Don't piss about. Shake hands.
Both of ya... shake hands!
As close as we just saw them in the middle of the ring,
- forehead to forehead, - Did you see that?
That's how close we expect them to be for as long as this fight goes on.
Ward is a long ways from home.
Don't coast in a foreign country.
Well, the big challenge for Ward
is to get off to a faster start than is customary for him.
Micky Ward, a notoriously slow starter in big fights,
Shea Neary, an ultra-fast starter.
And that's the question that hovers over round one.
Will Ward be ready for the fight?
Already, Shea Neary starts taking it to him on the ropes!
And Neary going to the body, which is Ward's specialty.
Neary bangs Ward to the body.
And a big uppercut by Neary.
Neary leads off with a good left jab.
- Come on, Micky! - Keeps Ward off balance,
jabbing here and there.
There's a good left hook by Neary as he stepped in on Ward.
Ward not able to deal with him very well when Neary stands at range like this.
- Come on! - That's it! Get him!
And a left hook lands up top from Micky Ward.
Neary digging his own right hand to the body.
They trade shots at close range.
Ward, he's trying to match Neary blow for blow
and now Neary starts to come on and take the last 30 seconds of the round...
How about that?
Break!
Tremendous barrage in the first minute. Just look at this.
- Unbelievable. - What a great round one!
Ward is gonna have to pick up the tempo
and beat him with volumes of punching.
No doubt, Neary is a better boxer.
Four hard right hands... Neary has belted in the last minute.
Quicker than Ward, more assertive than Ward,
surer of what he wants to do.
They're standing and trading shots at the center of the ring.
Ward's gonna have to step it up a little bit more
than he is right now.
Micky Ward's corner taking a real deep look
at what's going on now.
And his family at ringside well aware he's stepping up in class.
Ward has fallen to the pedal. He's gotta be more aggressive.
He can't just try to wait until everything is perfect.
His dominance over Micky Ward is increasing as the fight goes on
because his technical plan was the right one and he's executing it.
Punches like these make it seem...
...that it's now Neary's fight.
Ward hasn't been in this kind of war
with this strong of fighter as Neary.
They are trying to hurt each other with every punch.
They've tested each other's will, now they're testing each other's skill.
And Ward wobbled there by a right cross from Neary!
Ward hurting now. His legs are gone.
Neary goes to the body as he tries to finish Micky.
Vicious body shots from Neary.
And Ward still doesn't even try to move off the ropes!
I don't know if he can, Jim.
He's waiting for Neary to punch himself out.
Down goes Micky Ward! He may be out.
That ain't fuckin' it!
- One... two... - Come on! That's it!
- That's my boy! - Forward! Forward! Come on!
Ward is out on his feet.
Loser! Go back to America!
- This could be it for Micky Ward. - Dicky, give him the fuckin' stool.
Charlene, will you get the fuck outta here.
He needs to fuckin' sit down!
His brother's got Ward jumping to wake up his legs.
I think this could be Ward's last chance to turn this fight around.
It's Micky Ward against the aggressiveness
and clean punching of Shea Neary.
If you don't have your defense up, you can really get hurt.
He's making it very difficult for Micky Ward.
I don't think he's gonna get into it at this rate.
This is a survival mode...
Are you like me? Was just good enough to fight Sugar Ray?
Never had to win, did I?
You gotta do more in there. You gotta win a title.
For you, for me, for Lowell.
This is your time, all right? You take it.
I had my time and I blew it. You don't have to.
All right? You fuckin' get out there,
and use all the shit that you've been through,
all the shit we've gone through over the fuckin' years
and you put it in that ring right now. This is yours. This is fuckin' yours.
OK. Fuckin' head, body, head, body.
Say it back to me. Fuckin' say it back to me.
- Head, body, head, body. - Head, body, head, body.
Get in your mind this is fucking yours. Fuckin' do it.
Stay off the fuckin' ropes.
If I'm in Micky Ward's corner tonight,
I thinking if he doesn't pick things up this round and get going,
he'll just get totally wiped out.
Off the ropes! Get off the ropes, Mick!
Once again, Ward against the ropes as Neary is free to attack.
What are you doing? Come on, Mick!
Sometimes if you wanna win, you gotta be something that you're not.
Come on!
Off the fuckin' ropes, Mick, that ain't it!
Neary continues to pound away.
Don't take no abuse! This is your time Micky! It's up to you!
- Two big misses by Neary! - That's it! That's it!
Ward seemingly getting his legs back.
He backs Neary off.
- Ward trades his way back. - That's it!
Ward nods as if to say, "Come on!"
"Come on, let's fight!"
Just imagine if you bought a ticket.
Closer and closer to Neary's ribcage.
This is becoming Micky Ward's fight.
And a left hook to the body and an uppercut lands
- and now he backs Neary off. - Head, body, head fuckin' body!
Ward hurt Neary with a body shot.
Ward hurts him again with that left to the body.
Oh, and that one plants Neary on his butt.
First time in 23 professional fights
- that Shea Neary has been down. - This is it! This is it!
This is it, Micky!
Keep going! Don't look at me for it! Take it to him!
- Come on, Micky, get in there! - Ward lands a huge left hook!
As Micky Ward pounds away!
Goes to the body with the left hook! Lands the uppercut again!
Neary down for the second time.
Mickey Vann's gonna stop it there.
"Irish" Micky Ward with a big eighth-round TKO!
He's done it again.
The grinding, gutty Micky Ward pulls out another big victory!
You're the champion of the world, Mick! You're the fuckin' champ of the world!
You fuckin' did it!
Oh, you're the best!
- Oh, I love you! - My boy's the champion of the world!
I love you!
This town always said, you're a fuckin' boxer, right?
He thought he was a piece of shit. He put Lowell back on the map, you know?
- We. - I tell ya...
- We. - No, but hold on.
Who used to be the pride of Lowell?
Right here. Who's the pride of Lowell now?
Right there. That's how it's meant to be, you know?
Handin' it down to him.
Nothin' better than that. Nothin' better than that.
He did it. I gotta go. I gotta go.
Oh, look at cabbage head. Boo Boo! Quacka!
- What's up buddy? - Boo, where's your teeth?
Oh, I'm under arrest! Let's go, move it out!
It's been real, ain't it?
It's been real, it's been unreal. It's been a great experience.
Just glad it's done, finally,
and thanks to everyone so much, from the bottom of my heart.
Thanks so much, all you Hollywood people.
Now you know what I mean when I say I can't get a word in.
I'm telling ya. He'll never get a word in.
- All right, thank you. - Thank you.
Peace, everybody.