Born in Philadelphia of Italian descent, Dundee served in World War II as an airplane mechanic. Dundee went to New York and later to Miami where he learned many of the strategies of a boxer's cornerman while acting as a "bucket man" to the great trainers of Stillman's Gym. There, his mentors included Charlie Goldman, Ray Arcel and Chickie Ferrera. Later, his brother Chris Dundee opened the Fifth Street Gym in Miami.
Carmen Basilio was the first world champion for whom Dundee acted as a cornerman when Basilio defeated Tony DeMarco for the world welterweight crown and later Sugar Ray Robinson for the world middleweight crown.
Historically part of Angus, the city developed into a burgh in medieval times, and expanded rapidly in the 19th century largely due to the jute industry. This, along with its other major industries gave Dundee its epithet as city of "jute, jam and journalism". Dundee's recorded population reached a peak of 182,204 at the 1971 census.
The first post office in the area was Ekins, established in 1881. Dundee is named in honor of the birthplace of William Reid, Dundee, Scotland. Reid came to Oregon in 1874 to establish the Oregonian Railway, and made several extensions to the railroad in the western Willamette Valley. The Ekins post office was closed in 1885 and a new office opened in 1887, named "Dundee Junction". The name derived from plans to build a bridge across the Willamette River for the railroad, which would have called for a junction at Dundee between the west railroad and the new east railroad. The bridge was never built, however, and the post office was renamed "Dundee" in 1897.
Geography
According to the United States Census Bureau, the city has a total area of 1.35 square miles (3.50km2), of which, 1.33 square miles (3.44km2) is land and 0.02 square miles (0.05km2) is water.
Muhammad Ali trainer, Angelo Dundee, on a fantasy fight between Rocky Marciano and Muhammad Ali. Who would win and why?
published: 25 Jun 2023
Muhamad Ali - Angelo Dundee interview
This is a interview with Muhammad Ali's legendary trainer Angelo Dundee.
There may be some minor quality issues with picture or sound. All the videos, songs, images and graphics used in these videos belong to their respective owners and I or this channel does not claim any rights over them.
published: 15 Jul 2021
Cassius Clay About Firing Angelo Dundee His Life Time Trainer
published: 24 Aug 2016
Angelo Dundee Goes Off On The Doctor!
From Mike Tyson vs Pinklon Thomas
published: 21 Jul 2020
Cus and Angelo Dundee watch Ali spar
Cus doesn’t like the way Ali is taking hits considering that Ali was a master at evading punches before his layoff #cusdamato #angelodundee
published: 19 Dec 2021
Angelo Dundee Interview: "Marciano didn't like Muhammad...."
The Journey!
It was dark, quiet, and 11 p.m. at night. Everyone, including myself, was sound asleep. I heard my familiar cell ring tone and fumbled about to turn the thing off. Two seconds, a wrong button pressed later, and there was no choice but to own up and answer the damn thing as best I could.
-Hello?
-Hey Slava where are ya?
I looked up and around. Lampposts whizzed by at blinding speeds and illuminated the interior of the bus only slightly. I had no idea where I was. Of course, as luck would have it fate intervened.
-"Coming up on Ft. Myers, FL."
The driver's voice was thick with indifference.
-Ft. Myers, Mike.
-Listen Slava, I was thinking, we can't have you going back and forth on a bus for a day straight with no sleep for interviews.
I was ...
published: 07 May 2008
Angelo Dundee screams at the ring doctor in Tyson vs Pinklon Thomas
Here the ring doctor wants to check Pinklon Thomas' eye and Angelo Dundee is having none of it.
published: 16 Jan 2023
Angelo Dundee Interview p2: Did Sonny Liston Take Dive in Muhammad Ali vs. Sonny Liston 2!
Twenty hours earlier:
The inside of a dirty Greyhound bus station in Orlando at two in the morning. The next bus to Tampa left at five and change. Sleeping one bench over was either a terrific look-a-like or an honest to goodness hobo. A girl named Maxine was half-asleep to my left. She was studying literature at some local Florida school and was on her way back there after a short trip to visit her parents.
Out came two sheets of paper torn from my friend's notebook back in West Palm Beach. Dr. Zhivago got boring, and with nothing else to read but the nutritional values of junk food already eaten, it was the perfect time and atmosphere to compose the questions to be asked of Mr. Dundee.
Truth be told I can't really say I would be asking them as it seems they would be askin...
published: 16 May 2008
Muhammad Ali CRAZY Sparring GOT Angelo Dundee MAD!
Muhammad Ali has always had unorthodox sparring where he lets people beat up on him, he would let people punch him in the kidneys so much so he would urinate blood after sparring sessions, he would also let people hit him in the head and would do these to supposedly toughen himself to blows. PLEASE NOTE: This is despite his doctors advice and these aren’t areas you can ‘toughen up’.
Dundee notes he also had never dropped a sparring partner despite his decades training with Dundee, Ali would put himself in bad positions in sparring to get used to them and would only perform at his best in fights.
This is a interview with Muhammad Ali's legendary trainer Angelo Dundee.
There may be some minor quality issues with picture or sound. All the videos, songs, i...
This is a interview with Muhammad Ali's legendary trainer Angelo Dundee.
There may be some minor quality issues with picture or sound. All the videos, songs, images and graphics used in these videos belong to their respective owners and I or this channel does not claim any rights over them.
This is a interview with Muhammad Ali's legendary trainer Angelo Dundee.
There may be some minor quality issues with picture or sound. All the videos, songs, images and graphics used in these videos belong to their respective owners and I or this channel does not claim any rights over them.
The Journey!
It was dark, quiet, and 11 p.m. at night. Everyone, including myself, was sound asleep. I heard my familiar cell ring tone and fumbled about t...
The Journey!
It was dark, quiet, and 11 p.m. at night. Everyone, including myself, was sound asleep. I heard my familiar cell ring tone and fumbled about to turn the thing off. Two seconds, a wrong button pressed later, and there was no choice but to own up and answer the damn thing as best I could.
-Hello?
-Hey Slava where are ya?
I looked up and around. Lampposts whizzed by at blinding speeds and illuminated the interior of the bus only slightly. I had no idea where I was. Of course, as luck would have it fate intervened.
-"Coming up on Ft. Myers, FL."
The driver's voice was thick with indifference.
-Ft. Myers, Mike.
-Listen Slava, I was thinking, we can't have you going back and forth on a bus for a day straight with no sleep for interviews.
I was fading in and out of reality.
-I'd have gone further to meet Angelo, Mike.
-You know, Frankie Randall used to live around Ft. Myers.....
I was so far gone I wasn't even sure if Marley said, "Randall," or "Swindle."
-Oh Yea.....
He could probably tell I was half asleep and barely listening.
-Call me tomorrow Slava. Bye.
I looked up and around the bus. Everyone, including the hot slim brunette in slim to none clothing, that I purposefully sat in front of, was asleep. I closed my eyes and dozed off again. Soon after inertia shoved me an inch or two forward.
We stopped. The doors opened, and the driver announced, "Ft Myers," before running to take a whiz or purchase a delicious refreshment.
The bus stood in the middle of a gas station parking lot, next to an Arby's and an Adult video store.
I sat up and took out my video camera and looked at a few portions of the interview with Dundee.
It was remarkable. Marley, the guy who as a thirteen year old kid took fifteen plus hour rides to Toronto to watch Muhammad Ali spar, was trying to talk me out of basically doing the same thing.
The bus doors closed with a hiss.
We were roughly an hour away from West Palm Beach, the comfy leather couch I was crashing on, and my friend's little molesting dog that humped everything in site.
At least somebody got some that night.
Stay tuned to part two of this story, and part two of the interview. Only on www.boxingconfidential.com
The Journey!
It was dark, quiet, and 11 p.m. at night. Everyone, including myself, was sound asleep. I heard my familiar cell ring tone and fumbled about to turn the thing off. Two seconds, a wrong button pressed later, and there was no choice but to own up and answer the damn thing as best I could.
-Hello?
-Hey Slava where are ya?
I looked up and around. Lampposts whizzed by at blinding speeds and illuminated the interior of the bus only slightly. I had no idea where I was. Of course, as luck would have it fate intervened.
-"Coming up on Ft. Myers, FL."
The driver's voice was thick with indifference.
-Ft. Myers, Mike.
-Listen Slava, I was thinking, we can't have you going back and forth on a bus for a day straight with no sleep for interviews.
I was fading in and out of reality.
-I'd have gone further to meet Angelo, Mike.
-You know, Frankie Randall used to live around Ft. Myers.....
I was so far gone I wasn't even sure if Marley said, "Randall," or "Swindle."
-Oh Yea.....
He could probably tell I was half asleep and barely listening.
-Call me tomorrow Slava. Bye.
I looked up and around the bus. Everyone, including the hot slim brunette in slim to none clothing, that I purposefully sat in front of, was asleep. I closed my eyes and dozed off again. Soon after inertia shoved me an inch or two forward.
We stopped. The doors opened, and the driver announced, "Ft Myers," before running to take a whiz or purchase a delicious refreshment.
The bus stood in the middle of a gas station parking lot, next to an Arby's and an Adult video store.
I sat up and took out my video camera and looked at a few portions of the interview with Dundee.
It was remarkable. Marley, the guy who as a thirteen year old kid took fifteen plus hour rides to Toronto to watch Muhammad Ali spar, was trying to talk me out of basically doing the same thing.
The bus doors closed with a hiss.
We were roughly an hour away from West Palm Beach, the comfy leather couch I was crashing on, and my friend's little molesting dog that humped everything in site.
At least somebody got some that night.
Stay tuned to part two of this story, and part two of the interview. Only on www.boxingconfidential.com
Twenty hours earlier:
The inside of a dirty Greyhound bus station in Orlando at two in the morning. The next bus to Tampa left at five and change. Sleeping...
Twenty hours earlier:
The inside of a dirty Greyhound bus station in Orlando at two in the morning. The next bus to Tampa left at five and change. Sleeping one bench over was either a terrific look-a-like or an honest to goodness hobo. A girl named Maxine was half-asleep to my left. She was studying literature at some local Florida school and was on her way back there after a short trip to visit her parents.
Out came two sheets of paper torn from my friend's notebook back in West Palm Beach. Dr. Zhivago got boring, and with nothing else to read but the nutritional values of junk food already eaten, it was the perfect time and atmosphere to compose the questions to be asked of Mr. Dundee.
Truth be told I can't really say I would be asking them as it seems they would be asking themselves.
There are some fighters you interview, or are forced to interview that you don't know what to ask. Sure in a few years time they might have stories that will put my meeting with former Soviet leader Mikhail Gorbachev to shame, but at that moment, like me, they are nobodies. Angelo Dundee was another matter.
I couldn't stop writing those questions and I can only wish I wrote that way for the rest of my life. The questions didn't come out that way, and you can watch the video for proof of that, but right then they were perfect. In Angelo's words regarding his new book, "it was easy." Like nothing at all. That hobo, and some ordinary girl never to be seen again acted as the catalyst. Inspiration-that pay by the instance call girl muse most of us can never get in touch with when needed most.
Anyway I had gotten half way to the end when Maxine, now awake, took a look at what I was doing.
-What's that?
Stopping, I considered a response.
-Well it's partly why I'm going to Clearwater. I have to interview somebody over there and than hop on a bus going the other way.
Not really sure why I didn't tell her. Maybe it would matter, maybe it wouldn't, but its possible there was some sense of fear, because if I said anymore the second half of the questions wouldn't stick to the paper as effortlessly as the first.
She went to make a call, while the last 10 questions finally came out.
It was only two thirty and there was another three long hours to go.
Zhivago came out and I soldiered onward. After a few pages, the literature major came back.
-What language is that?
-It's Russian. Dr Zhivago.
Stay tuned for the conclusion to this meandering, aimless tale.......
Twenty hours earlier:
The inside of a dirty Greyhound bus station in Orlando at two in the morning. The next bus to Tampa left at five and change. Sleeping one bench over was either a terrific look-a-like or an honest to goodness hobo. A girl named Maxine was half-asleep to my left. She was studying literature at some local Florida school and was on her way back there after a short trip to visit her parents.
Out came two sheets of paper torn from my friend's notebook back in West Palm Beach. Dr. Zhivago got boring, and with nothing else to read but the nutritional values of junk food already eaten, it was the perfect time and atmosphere to compose the questions to be asked of Mr. Dundee.
Truth be told I can't really say I would be asking them as it seems they would be asking themselves.
There are some fighters you interview, or are forced to interview that you don't know what to ask. Sure in a few years time they might have stories that will put my meeting with former Soviet leader Mikhail Gorbachev to shame, but at that moment, like me, they are nobodies. Angelo Dundee was another matter.
I couldn't stop writing those questions and I can only wish I wrote that way for the rest of my life. The questions didn't come out that way, and you can watch the video for proof of that, but right then they were perfect. In Angelo's words regarding his new book, "it was easy." Like nothing at all. That hobo, and some ordinary girl never to be seen again acted as the catalyst. Inspiration-that pay by the instance call girl muse most of us can never get in touch with when needed most.
Anyway I had gotten half way to the end when Maxine, now awake, took a look at what I was doing.
-What's that?
Stopping, I considered a response.
-Well it's partly why I'm going to Clearwater. I have to interview somebody over there and than hop on a bus going the other way.
Not really sure why I didn't tell her. Maybe it would matter, maybe it wouldn't, but its possible there was some sense of fear, because if I said anymore the second half of the questions wouldn't stick to the paper as effortlessly as the first.
She went to make a call, while the last 10 questions finally came out.
It was only two thirty and there was another three long hours to go.
Zhivago came out and I soldiered onward. After a few pages, the literature major came back.
-What language is that?
-It's Russian. Dr Zhivago.
Stay tuned for the conclusion to this meandering, aimless tale.......
Muhammad Ali has always had unorthodox sparring where he lets people beat up on him, he would let people punch him in the kidneys so much so he would urinate bl...
Muhammad Ali has always had unorthodox sparring where he lets people beat up on him, he would let people punch him in the kidneys so much so he would urinate blood after sparring sessions, he would also let people hit him in the head and would do these to supposedly toughen himself to blows. PLEASE NOTE: This is despite his doctors advice and these aren’t areas you can ‘toughen up’.
Dundee notes he also had never dropped a sparring partner despite his decades training with Dundee, Ali would put himself in bad positions in sparring to get used to them and would only perform at his best in fights.
Muhammad Ali has always had unorthodox sparring where he lets people beat up on him, he would let people punch him in the kidneys so much so he would urinate blood after sparring sessions, he would also let people hit him in the head and would do these to supposedly toughen himself to blows. PLEASE NOTE: This is despite his doctors advice and these aren’t areas you can ‘toughen up’.
Dundee notes he also had never dropped a sparring partner despite his decades training with Dundee, Ali would put himself in bad positions in sparring to get used to them and would only perform at his best in fights.
This is a interview with Muhammad Ali's legendary trainer Angelo Dundee.
There may be some minor quality issues with picture or sound. All the videos, songs, images and graphics used in these videos belong to their respective owners and I or this channel does not claim any rights over them.
The Journey!
It was dark, quiet, and 11 p.m. at night. Everyone, including myself, was sound asleep. I heard my familiar cell ring tone and fumbled about to turn the thing off. Two seconds, a wrong button pressed later, and there was no choice but to own up and answer the damn thing as best I could.
-Hello?
-Hey Slava where are ya?
I looked up and around. Lampposts whizzed by at blinding speeds and illuminated the interior of the bus only slightly. I had no idea where I was. Of course, as luck would have it fate intervened.
-"Coming up on Ft. Myers, FL."
The driver's voice was thick with indifference.
-Ft. Myers, Mike.
-Listen Slava, I was thinking, we can't have you going back and forth on a bus for a day straight with no sleep for interviews.
I was fading in and out of reality.
-I'd have gone further to meet Angelo, Mike.
-You know, Frankie Randall used to live around Ft. Myers.....
I was so far gone I wasn't even sure if Marley said, "Randall," or "Swindle."
-Oh Yea.....
He could probably tell I was half asleep and barely listening.
-Call me tomorrow Slava. Bye.
I looked up and around the bus. Everyone, including the hot slim brunette in slim to none clothing, that I purposefully sat in front of, was asleep. I closed my eyes and dozed off again. Soon after inertia shoved me an inch or two forward.
We stopped. The doors opened, and the driver announced, "Ft Myers," before running to take a whiz or purchase a delicious refreshment.
The bus stood in the middle of a gas station parking lot, next to an Arby's and an Adult video store.
I sat up and took out my video camera and looked at a few portions of the interview with Dundee.
It was remarkable. Marley, the guy who as a thirteen year old kid took fifteen plus hour rides to Toronto to watch Muhammad Ali spar, was trying to talk me out of basically doing the same thing.
The bus doors closed with a hiss.
We were roughly an hour away from West Palm Beach, the comfy leather couch I was crashing on, and my friend's little molesting dog that humped everything in site.
At least somebody got some that night.
Stay tuned to part two of this story, and part two of the interview. Only on www.boxingconfidential.com
Twenty hours earlier:
The inside of a dirty Greyhound bus station in Orlando at two in the morning. The next bus to Tampa left at five and change. Sleeping one bench over was either a terrific look-a-like or an honest to goodness hobo. A girl named Maxine was half-asleep to my left. She was studying literature at some local Florida school and was on her way back there after a short trip to visit her parents.
Out came two sheets of paper torn from my friend's notebook back in West Palm Beach. Dr. Zhivago got boring, and with nothing else to read but the nutritional values of junk food already eaten, it was the perfect time and atmosphere to compose the questions to be asked of Mr. Dundee.
Truth be told I can't really say I would be asking them as it seems they would be asking themselves.
There are some fighters you interview, or are forced to interview that you don't know what to ask. Sure in a few years time they might have stories that will put my meeting with former Soviet leader Mikhail Gorbachev to shame, but at that moment, like me, they are nobodies. Angelo Dundee was another matter.
I couldn't stop writing those questions and I can only wish I wrote that way for the rest of my life. The questions didn't come out that way, and you can watch the video for proof of that, but right then they were perfect. In Angelo's words regarding his new book, "it was easy." Like nothing at all. That hobo, and some ordinary girl never to be seen again acted as the catalyst. Inspiration-that pay by the instance call girl muse most of us can never get in touch with when needed most.
Anyway I had gotten half way to the end when Maxine, now awake, took a look at what I was doing.
-What's that?
Stopping, I considered a response.
-Well it's partly why I'm going to Clearwater. I have to interview somebody over there and than hop on a bus going the other way.
Not really sure why I didn't tell her. Maybe it would matter, maybe it wouldn't, but its possible there was some sense of fear, because if I said anymore the second half of the questions wouldn't stick to the paper as effortlessly as the first.
She went to make a call, while the last 10 questions finally came out.
It was only two thirty and there was another three long hours to go.
Zhivago came out and I soldiered onward. After a few pages, the literature major came back.
-What language is that?
-It's Russian. Dr Zhivago.
Stay tuned for the conclusion to this meandering, aimless tale.......
Muhammad Ali has always had unorthodox sparring where he lets people beat up on him, he would let people punch him in the kidneys so much so he would urinate blood after sparring sessions, he would also let people hit him in the head and would do these to supposedly toughen himself to blows. PLEASE NOTE: This is despite his doctors advice and these aren’t areas you can ‘toughen up’.
Dundee notes he also had never dropped a sparring partner despite his decades training with Dundee, Ali would put himself in bad positions in sparring to get used to them and would only perform at his best in fights.
Born in Philadelphia of Italian descent, Dundee served in World War II as an airplane mechanic. Dundee went to New York and later to Miami where he learned many of the strategies of a boxer's cornerman while acting as a "bucket man" to the great trainers of Stillman's Gym. There, his mentors included Charlie Goldman, Ray Arcel and Chickie Ferrera. Later, his brother Chris Dundee opened the Fifth Street Gym in Miami.
Carmen Basilio was the first world champion for whom Dundee acted as a cornerman when Basilio defeated Tony DeMarco for the world welterweight crown and later Sugar Ray Robinson for the world middleweight crown.
Happy Eighth of December to all who celebrate. What, you don’t think there’s anything special about Dec. 8?. Easy to assume that ... 1872 ... 1931 ... 1941 ... 7. 1955 ... Ferdie Pacheco, the fight doctor, the man who stood in Muhammad Ali’s corner alongside AngeloDundee.
Most lists of sporting greatness much roll off the tongue in dazzling order. Top three footballers of all time. Pele, Maradona, Di Stefano. Golfers. Nicklaus, Woods, Hogan ... Ali in such physical and mental distress that he told his trainer AngeloDundee ... .
Until lured by King's promise that his trip would be 'humongously' worthwhile ... Five million dollars. The year was 1974. Today, that represents $33million (£25.4million) ... A strategy so secret he had not even confided in his fabled trainer AngeloDundee ... .
Ali’s trainer, AngeloDundee, was accused of tampering with the ropes but always staunchly denied it. “It’s not true, I tried to tighten the ropes,” Dundee told the BBC in 1994... “Angelo loosened the ropes, but that wasn’t unusual,” Jones said.
No titles ... Not since The Greatest was saved by seconds from abdicating his world heavyweight throne when his trainer AngeloDundee delayed compliance with his order to cut off the gloves just long enough for Futch to beat him to the retirement ... .
The daily crossword is full of interesting trivia, helps improve mental flexibility and, of course, gives you some bragging rights if you manage to finish it every day ... STANDARDS ... TMC ... ... 42 ___ Dundee, trainer for Muhammad Ali and George Foreman . ANGELO.
According to Frum ...Despite being unable to mount any serious offense and the cascade of punches he was taking, he never went down and refused to allow his cornermen to throw in the towel, which trainer AngeloDundee eventually did anyway ... ....
You begin to think that economics doesn’t need a rethink so much as a cornerman with a sense of pity, an AngeloDundee figure, ready to shout, “Stop the fight – my guy has suffered enough!” We’re well ...
(Chief second) AngeloDundee got away with [having them in the corner.]” ... When Clay returned to his corner, he was badly hurt, and his chief second, the legendary Angelo Dundee, was in full-on crisis mode ... "Angelo Dundee did not split the glove.
Most lists of sporting greatness pretty much roll off the tongue in dazzling order. Top three footballers of all time. Pele, Maradona, Di Stefano. Golfers...Tennis players ... Ali in such physical and mental distress that he told his trainer AngeloDundee ... .
Esteemed trainer AngeloDundee was Ali’s foil, watching on through the ropes from the shuffle to the rope-a-dope and beyond.
... Where Ali had Dundee to offer a knowing glance through those ...
Share on Facebook ... Share on Pinterest ... “Makes me recall AngeloDundee, under different circumstances obviously, telling Sugar Ray Leonard, “You’re blowing it, kid!” I hope that great prospect, Jared Anderson, gets that message.
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