He was never in one spot for more than half a second, all my punches were aimed and timed properly but they always wound up hitting empty air. He'd jump in and out, slamming me with a left and whirling me around with his right or the other way around. My arms were plastered with leather and although I jabbed, hooked and crossed, it was like fighting an octopus.


On Harry Greb, as quoted in "Harry Greb, The Human Windmill... A Perpetual Motion Machine. " by Monte D. Cox

Gene Tunney Quotes

He was never in one spot for more than half a second, all my punches were aimed and timed properly but they always wound up hitting empty air. He'd...

He was never in one spot for more than half a second, all my punches were aimed and timed properly but they always wound up hitting empty air. He'd...

He was never in one spot for more than half a second, all my punches were aimed and timed properly but they always wound up hitting empty air. He'd...

He was never in one spot for more than half a second, all my punches were aimed and timed properly but they always wound up hitting empty air. He'd...