The night Larry Holmes flew in Florida


When Larry Holmes leapt over a limousine to launch himself on to Trevor Berbick, Steve Bunce tells the full story

There was the win over Ken Norton, the heavyweight title defences, the sad night against Muhammad Ali, the losses to Michael Spinks, the statements, the battle for recognition and then there was the night that Larry Holmes flew like a soaring eagle in Florida.

The Diplomat Resort
and Country Club in Hollywood, Florida, was the venue for the return to the
ring, after a three-year exile, by Larry Holmes. His previous fight had been
the night in Atlantic City against Mike Tyson. That never worked out for
Holmes, but his return was obvious.

Holmes was a few
pounds heavier than he had been for the Tyson loss and he was 41 when he climbed
through the ropes for a 10-round fight. In the opposite corner was a boxer with
sad eyes called Tim “Doc” Anderson. To be fair, Big Tim was not much of a
scrapper, but he ducked and dived, took odd fights, landed phantom punches,
jumped on the floor and generally served a role on a circuit of boxing shame.
He was ideal for Holmes that April night.

Anderson lasted
just 123 seconds of the first round, that is three rounds less than he went
with George Foreman. Anderson had beaten Lupe Guerra over 10 rounds two years
earlier – that’s the same infamous Lupe who Frank Bruno beat in his debut so
many, many boxing moons ago. The Holmes result was not fixed, there was no need
to pay anybody to lose – Anderson never had a chance.

There was, however, real hostility in the air. At the back of the hall, watching and unimpressed was former WBC heavyweight champion, Trevor Berbick. He had lost to Holmes over 15 rounds 10 years earlier. He wanted a rematch, but what he really needed was money. Berbick was down on his luck. The year before Berbick had split with his wife, been charged for the alleged rape of a babysitter and then arrested for kidnapping his daughter. Berbick wanted more than a rematch, he wanted revenge.

Holmes dismissed
him: “He’s not getting a fight – I beat him once, won every round and I don’t
like his attitude.” The post-fight conference came to end, Holmes went to his
suite, but Berbick kept ranting. He had an audience of writers, the fight had
been rubbish and they needed something.

“The hate for me is all about Jenny from
Jacksonville,” said Berbick, the press were interested in Jenny. “She broke up
my marriage and that is because of him [Holmes]. She is his sweetheart and I
can prove it.” It’s a typically complicated love story, like all bitter
disputes of the broken heavyweight heart. Holmes had a holiday home in
Jacksonville and perhaps it was the mention of the place in Berbick’s rambling
confession that made the wife of Larry Holmes pause a second and listen. She no
doubt heard Berbick call Jenny from Jacksonville her husband’s “sweetheart.”

A minute later, up
in the suite, she told Larry the news. He was furious, he got dressed and
chased downstairs in a huff of denial to confront Berbick. A scuffle in the
lobby took place, punches were thrown, jackets ripped and the police separated
the two boxers. There was a peace, temporary. The press followed Berbick
outside to the car park, they wanted more and Berbick, looking stunned and a
mess from the grapple, continued with the sordid details of an affair that went
wrong. He blamed dirty Larry again. This was a great story.

The reporters
surround Berbick at the back end of a giant black limousine. All the cameras
are rolling, the men listening and Berbick struggling to get his message out,
and then there is a moment of pause. One man glances off to his side, then another,
then another and their eyes are wide in disbelief and glee. In that great
moment of pause there is a new sound, a heavy and rapid sound in the Florida
night. The sound is getting closer, louder, more thunderous and then the
cameras turn and running at full-pace, every ounce of his 17-stone frame
bursting with violent speed is Larry Holmes on the flat roof of the stretch
limousine. And then time stops, nobody can move, as Larry takes off – he is in
the air, flying with his legs, arms and mouth pumping and then gravity and hate
win and he lands on Berbick. Crash! Several others are collateral in the fall.

They are separated
again by police and stunned reporters. Berbick is driven home, Larry returned
to his suite with his honour restored. That is the night Larry Holmes flew.

And the players now
in this night of flying wonder?

Tim “Doc” Anderson
had five more fights, beat a man he was meant to lose to and was poisoned in the
rematch. He belongs to a boxing game that nobody wants to embrace, a rancid
business of fixed fights in lonely rings. Anderson’s manager was a foul-mouthed
Florida chancer called Rick Elvis Parker. A tricky man with few morals higher
than the heels on his cowboy boots. In 1995 the doomed pair clashed for the
last time and Anderson shot Parker, shot him so many times that he had to
reload. Parker died trying to get his engraved Glock from his fat sock.
Anderson is in prison for life.

Trevor Berbick did
eventually serve 15 months for a sexual assault and then continued to fight. He
divided his time between makeshift pulpits in store-front churches and dubious
boxing promotions. It was a hard fall from grace for the former champion. He
quit in 2000, he was the Canadian heavyweight champion and had failed a brain
scan. He was 45 then, and 52 when one night in Jamaica, outside a church in
Portland, he was beaten to death with an iron pipe by his nephew, Harold. There
would never be a rematch with Holmes.

So that leaves
Black Cloud, as Holmes was known in his greatest fighting days. Well, he
finished that crazy night of limousine jumping at the Diplomat by playing with
his band, Marmalade. He beat Ray Mercer in a truly impressive win the following
year, lost to Evander Holyfield for three titles the same year, lost a title
fight to Oliver McCall outdoors at Caesars in 1995 and finished his boxing life
with a win over Butterbean in 2002. We now know and respect him as one of the
finest fighters in history. And he could fly, trust me.

Jenny of
Jacksonville is still free as a bird, somewhere deep with her mysteries in
Florida.



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