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Boxers' Memoirs
The First Fight | The Rematch 

The First Fight

June 19, 1936
Yankee Stadium, New York

Joe Louis was a young boxing phenomenon who had won all 27 fights of his professional career. For Louis, Max Schmeling was just another man to beat on the journey to the top.

Schmeling was a former world champion whose title had been lost in a controversial decision. He needed to beat Louis to get another title shot.

The two boxers tell the tale of their fateful 1936 meeting in these excerpts from their memoirs.


Weigh In

Max

I had made up my mind to keep my nerve when meeting Joe Louis, because I knew that many of his opponents had already lost the fight at the weigh in, beaten by the myth of Joe Louis...

I approached... with exaggerated cordiality... "Hello, Joe, how do you do?" I said. And he greeted me similarly...

As we left the scales I said, "Good luck this evening, Joe!"

Joe

When we weighed in, Schmeling was 192 [pounds] and I was 196. We hardly talked except to say hello. But just as we finished weighing in, the fight was postponed til the next day because of rain. I... just lazed around that day. Didn't bother me.

Max

I lay down and tried to get some rest... From time to time [my trainer, Max] Machon looked in on me... "Leave your calling card right after the first bell," he said. "The kid has to know who he's dealing with."


Last Words of Advice

Joe

Before the bell rang, I remember Chappie [Blackburn, my trainer] saying, "Don't go for the knockout yet. Keep jabbing him off balance so he can't get that right in, and for God's sake keep your left arm high."

Max

As he was putting on my gloves, Machon said, "Max, you've done all the right things -- now show me what you've got!"


Round One

Joe

Schmeling came out almost off balance, he leaned over so much. His chin was tucked in his left shoulder, and his left arm was stuck up in the air. He was going to use his left to protect his chin, and his right was steady... I jabbed till his eye was almost closed in the first round.

Max

Suddenly I felt his fist under my left eye. I hadn't seen the painful jab coming... My right was at my chest, cocked and ready. I kept my left stretched out, trying to keep Louis off.


Round Two

Joe

In the second round, I hit him, boom, boom, boom, with jabs. Didn't seem to bother him. Then I did just what Chappie told me not to do, drop in a left hook. As soon as I did, Schmeling came in with a right hand over that got me right on the chin. I thought I'd swallowed my mouthpiece... I don't know how I stayed on my feet. I kept jabbing until my head cleared a little bit.

Max

He opened with a short punch to the mouth, and for a moment I had the sweet taste of blood on my tongue... Again and again he caught me with his strong left...

Louis fired one of his left hooks. But this time I saw it coming and was able to move with it, robbing the punch of its full effect... Then I saw another opening for my right, and this time he had to take it on the chin.

For the first time I had caught Louis squarely... But he was far from done... He drummed on my head with five fast jabs, and my left eye began to close.


Rounds Three and Four

Joe

I tried like hell to hit him in the jaw, but he fended me off with his left.

Max

The spectators only saw that I had a swollen face with one eye closed, that I had lost every round and looked particularly bad in the third. Most experts had predicted that I would go in the fourth.

Joe

I opened up a cut under his right eye with a left hook in the fourth round. All of a sudden, he got in a sharp right to my jaw, and I was down for a two count. I couldn't believe that I was on my ass, and I could've sworn my damn jaw was broken. This was my first knockdown as a professional. To be honest, I never fully recovered from that blow.

Max

Suddenly came the jab from precisely the right distance. And that was also the moment in which he dropped his left just a few centimeters in order to throw it again -- and now, for the first time, my right landed exactly where I wanted it...

Joe was staggered.

I had never before heard such an explosion -- the 40,000 [spectators] jumped onto their seats, and Yankee Stadium seemed ready to burst.


Rounds Five through Eleven

Joe

Before the fifth round, I remember Chappie saying, "Keep your guard up, keep your guard up."...By the sixth, Schmeling kept staggering with rights to the jaw.

Max

The seventh round almost reversed the tide. Raging, he landed a powerful right hook to my body, followed by a barrage of punches, and for a moment I almost lost it.

Joe

The bell rang for the eighth, and when I came out, my legs felt weak...

In the ninth, he just kept hitting me with right hands.

By the tenth, I seemed to regain my senses. I began punching out at Schmeling, and when my blows failed to drop him, I became annoyed.


Round Twelve

Max

Each time he was groggy at the bell but would recover between rounds.

Louis was young and in tremendous shape; I just couldn't seem to put him away.

[In the twelfth,] Louis dropped his shoulders and fired a hook way below the beltline... For a second I felt paralyzed. And in that same second I realized the danger that I still faced in this man. Louis was close to the end and didn't know where his punches were landing anymore.

Joe

In two minutes and twenty-nine seconds of the twelfth round, Schmeling made his knockout.

Max

The punch turns Louis around. Astonished, he looks at me with eyes that no longer see anything. He turns 180 degrees and falls into the ropes and then down to his knees. His arms go back... Then his head falls forward, his shoulder slides along the ropes, and then,... he collapses.

"Seven-eight-nine!"... Joe Louis has been knocked out.

I raised my arms in this moment. Then I raced over to the fallen Louis and helped his handlers carry him to his corner.

Listen to this match in the Ringside Radio feature on this Web site.

Excerpts from:

Louis, Joe with Art Rust, Jr. and Edna Rust. My Life. New York: Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1978.

and

Schmeling, Max. Max Schmeling: An Autobiography. Translated and edited by George B. von der Lippe. Chicago: Bonus Books, 1998.

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