sonny listons training routine for the patterson fight.....

Did you see the Valuev vs. Haye decision?

I think that should answer any question..

 

Half this stuff is ****. Ive seen video of Sonny Liston doing various med ball drills and other workouts, why isnt this included also?

 

This is an article I had.

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showed up each afternoon at 1:15. By 1:35 everybody was in his proper place: Reddish in a corner, wearing his red cap like a baseball catcher; King hanging on the ropes, rubbing a stopwatch; Pirolli pacing up and down near the front door. Soon

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entered and peered out over the room like a great sphinx. Satisfied with the view, he began his exercises. Then he worked two rounds with Cox, a shifty fellow with a nose like a lump of putty.

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just chased him, using only a left jab. Cox never threw a punch; he was just there to sharpen Sonny's left. After two rounds Cox's nose always looked a trifle larger. "Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer, that's what you look like,"

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said once after finishing with him. Cox did not laugh.

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then worked with Lincoln for two or three rounds. Lincoln is a tall, angular young man with a goatee, who secretly believes he will be the next heavyweight champion of the world. He was still optimistic, even after

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came close to mashing his rib cage with a left. "I wouldn't wanna be Clay," Amos mumbled later.
After Lincoln,

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worked on Green, a cross between

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and Archie Moore; he looks like Moore and moves about as if he is forever hearing the lewd sound of a saxophone. Green likes to boast about his ring savvy, and his moves bear him out. "Sonny hasn't hit me yet," he said. "But that don't mean nothin'. I'm kinda special. Ain't nobody hits me. But Sonny'll kill Clay after workin' with me." A couple of other sparring partners were not as fortunate as Green;

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sent two of them home in one week. Both were disturbed about the treatment they received. "Ain't no playin' this time," Sonny grunted.

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has a difficult time getting sparring partners. A manager, if he cares just a little about his boy, is not going to feed him to

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, and this, so

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says, was mainly responsible for his loss to Clay. His fodder for the last fight was too light and fragile; he just could not hit one of them. "That's what happened against Clay," he says. "That's what happened to my shoulder. I had to use muscles I never used in training."
Through with his "shock absorbers" (as Pirolli calls them),

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worked three rounds on the heavy bag and three rounds on the light one. He skipped rope for three rounds, took about a dozen whacks in the stomach from a medicine ball thrown by Reddish (who was usually puffing at the end) and finished his workout with two rounds of sit-ups. Then he rolled on the floor briefly, and stood on his head. Finally King helped him on with his white robe, wrapped his head in a towel, and

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trudged off to the sanctity of his back room. The choreography never changed. In three months

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was trimmed down from 235 to 214. "We gonna take 'im in at 210 or 212," said Reddish.
"What's with

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now?" I asked Zimmering, the architect of Sonny's magnificent physical condition