While I m in the dressing room five minutes before I come out, I m breaking my g

loves down, I m pushing the leather to the back of my gloves, so my knuckle coul
d pierce through. When I come out I have supreme confidence. I m scared to death
. I m afraid. I m afraid of everything. I m afraid of losing. I m afraid of bein
g humiliated. But I m confident. The closer I get to the ring the more confident
I get. The closer, the more confident. The closer the more confident I get. All
during training I ve been afraid of this man. I think this man might be capable
of beating me. I ve dreamed of him beating me. For that I ve always stayed afra
id of him. The closer I get to the ring the more confident I get. Once I m in th
e ring I m a god. No one could beat me. I walk around the ring but I never take
my eyes off my opponent. Even if he s ready and pumping, and cant wait to get hi
s hands on me. I keep my eyes on him. I keep my eyes on him. Then once I see a c
hink in his armor, boom, one of his eyes may move, and then I know I have him. T
hen once he comes to the center of the ring he looks at me with his piercing loo
k as if he s not afraid. But he already made that mistake when he looked down fo
r that one tenth of a second. I know I have him. He ll fight hard for the first
two or three rounds, but I know I broke his spirit. During the fight I m supreme
ly confident. I m making him miss and I m countering. I m hitting him to the bod
y; I m punching him real hard. And I m punching him, and I m punching him, and I
know he s gonna take my punches. He goes down, he s out. I m victorious. Mike T
yson, greatest fighter that ever lived.