Victor Young Perez Page #2

Hope so.

That makes the difference.

Rest a bit.

You got a match tomorrow.

- I'll stop when I'm dead.

- Tomorrow, you could be!

All the more reason!

At the Paris sports palace,

a festive ambiance reigned,

during the European championship.

For the European match,

Nicolas Le Belga, title holder...

faces his challenger, the young

Tunisian boxer Victor Young Perez.

All of Paris

rushed to see the event.

Young Perez won the European title

against Nicolas Le Belga.

A beautiful victory.

Nothing can stop the rise

of the young boxer.

The International Federation

refuses the title to Victor Young.

Perez isn't French, but Tunisian,

and Tunisia isn't part of Europe.

Even the newspaper says

I'm French.

Even the fascists.

Go figure!

For the European championship,

I'm not French anymore,

I'm African.

I beat the European champion,

and they don't give me the title!

Because I'm African!

If need be,

I could die fighting for France.

Stop torturing yourself

with all that.

It's been 2 weeks already.

French or African,

what the hell do you care?

They could call you Chinese,

and so what.

In 2 months, it's the championship.

The world championship.

And then, they can't refuse you.

Yeah, if I win.

If you win?

I can't believe

Bellires lent you his car.

See, nothing's impossible.

The proof.

The winner is Young Perez!

Hi there.

Did you do that favor I asked?

- Of course, Mr. Perez.

- Thanks.

This is it, Victor.

We've arrived.

Well?

Afraid of the beating I'll give you?

Let's see that.

I won't hurt you too bad.

Show me what you got.

Let's go.

Don't forget

I'm your little brother.

- Well?

- You're a tough one.

Stop.

Know why you're here?

Because you haven't forgotten

where you're from.

Don't forget.

That's your chance.

He's gonna whoop him good.

Stop!

Put down the gloves,

get him some water.

Great idea saddling us

with that Maltese guy.

He's my buddy.

Kid.

Out.

Think I can win

by a knockout tonight?

Always in a hurry.

That legendary impatience.

Listen, kid.

- It's all a question of...

- Timing, I know!

What is it, kiddo?

Mr. Bellires

,

would you have thrown me out

if I'd screwed up?

The main thing

is to ask that question

before each fight,

and every moment in your life.

Life's about choices.

A man must constantly

make decisions in his life.

It's like breathing.

It's a reflex.

If you ever stop...

you're dead.

Come on, let's go.

This evening,

an exceptional match for you.

The American, Frankie Genaro,

world champion title holder.

His challenger:

the Tunisian,

but French at heart,

Young Perez.

You'll beat him.

It's a catastrophe.

He's totally limp.

He won't even finish

the first round.

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