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l{ t Et. 4,. 1t. - "'/y', /' t, I ,Ei MIKE TYSON ike Tyson's eyesskewerstraightthrough rne. I am standinga few feet awayfrom hirn as he preparesto strip offfor the weigh-infor his fight here in Las Vegasagainsta boxer narnedOrlin Norris. Hundreds of people are packedinto the auditorium in which the air-conditioning hasdriven the temperature down to almost freezing point. People aroundme are shivering,althoughit's 90o outside.WhenTysonspotsme,he scrutinisesme sullenly. He calmlystripsandstandson the scales. Cheers ring out flom th€ crowd, which includes some women who squeal with delight when Tyson, a convictedrapist, flexeshis muscles.His peopleseemjumpy and wired. But not Tyson. He's still and poisedto the point oflooking doped.When our eyeslock, I realisehe's in control and vigilant.As hestandsfacingtheworldnaked apart from his prison tattoosand a pair of briefs, he turns and glaresdown at me for the last time. I nod at him. He turns away, Then, a sechalf-smilingandhalf-sneering. ond or two later, he directs his gazeback down at me andretums the nod. It's asifhe's seeninside my head- the way he doeswith opponentsbefore a fight - glimpsing and acknowledgingthe complicatedand conflicting feelingsI havetowards him. Then Tyson's entouragevanish,leaving the scramblingmedia in their wake,The artificially chill€d air suddenlyreturns. I shudder.Then I reachfor my lower back, where the palm ofmy hand finds a sweat stainaslargeasa dinnerplate. lfs October 1999, l'|n in Las V€gat andMike Tyson is in town for a fight tonight. Four daysearlierhe'd soundedmore like a man fending offa mid-life crisisthan aboxer r€adyto beatup a mediocreopponentcalled Orlin Norris. "My pastis history. I madeso many mistakes,"said Tyson, cradling his 98 a.qsi'ta FEBRUARY 2000 head."I listenedto all the wrongpeople.Now I try to makemy life happy. I know who I am.. . It's tough thesedaysto train for a fight. I haven't seenmy family in months.But this is what I do. This is my therapy." That sort oftalk is fine for the couch,but not for rhecrowds.They wantannihilation, not analysis. "I lost a lot ofrespect for myself. I lost respectin my judgementand who I wasas a person.That's realugly... I didn't careif I went to iail or not. I waspretty ruuchat a low point in my life. [But] I'm prettymuch getting over a dark moment in my life." This is a nan who'sblown $150min less thana decade.The US papersclaimhe now needsaround$20mto iust aboutcrawlinto the pennil€ssbracket.He needsto fight, it's theonly wayhecankeephisheadabovewater. But Tyson is still a crowd-puller.Thus, the whining privatejets havebeenarriving at LasVegas'sMcCarronairpot for thepast headingfor the few hours.Their passengers "City of MGM Grand, the self-proclaimed largest and the world's Entertainm€nt" hotel, which sits on Las VegasBoulevard with all the charmof a monolithic,luminous,greenbrick, Insideth€ rec€ptionarea, thousandsofpeopleswarn around. Tyson's public-relations people stride aroundpurposefully.They haveto sell the decentguy. 33-year-oldasamisunderstood, Significant matters likc rape, assaultand prison aresidelined.They orl,/selltheir man. He oill vir.'fhey oil/ get their cut. All the contractspil,/ be renewed.That's the plan. In the vastmain lobby, a tower ofvideo screensplaysan advertfo! the Tyson fight o[ continuousloop.A baritonevoiceintones the inane commentary:"It's the biggest night in sports." Fast-cut imagesof Mike Tyson and Orlin Noris training are washed in red. "MIKE TYSON RLTURNS." The v6ice-overassuresus that tickets for the big fight are definitely still available. Tylon's atory har now becomg Dart of US media folklore. It's almost,but not quite, down there with the washed-upfables ofPee Wee Herman, Tonya Harding and, significautly,SonnyListon. Tyson'scareer bearsastonishingsirnilaritiesto Liston's. Both werebullied at school;both learntto box while incarceratedtboth obliterated opponentswith left-hooks;both had periodic drinking problems.Liston alsohad a gun put to his head,wasarrestedregularly and committed rape severaltimes.Liston died aged38 - "a baby!" in Tyson's words - probably kitled by a letial heroin overdose Welght of €xpection Tyson weiths in for hls | 999 frght In LasVeSas aFinst Orlin Noris, sponinSbri€fsandhis prison tatroos ofChe Guet'an, Ardu. Ashe 'l losto lotof for respect I lost myself. respectin my ond iudgement wholwos. Thotsreolugly' ;l ?l zl Ir :1 Shot by rhot Fromtop, l0nchwlth the D Amato hmlll,; tfie /oung Tyson;winningthe WBC tide with Don Klng triinint with D'Amato: Tyson bears r..nK 6runom rrdri Koorn Givenswith TFon in 1988; Tyson and Norris durint th€lr 1999Rthc Bruno gos down under a T/son barnge in 1996iTFon gets rel€ased from jailin 1995iTyson tuhblesfor hispmshieldon hb m/ to defeatateinst tuiter Dougl6 In l99q Ey.nd€r Holyfield's€ar after m€etingTyson In | 997 100 €.qqrrt. FEBRUARY 2OOO administeredby localVegaswise-guys.It's a taleofhaving it all andlosingit all. At the moment, Tyson is teeteringon the edge.There wasa time when he captivated boxing fans.He wasthe greatestheavyweight ofmy generation,winning the undisputed title in sucha dynamic, convincing way that you could imagineyour children'schildren talking abouthim. Ifyou're under 40, you neverreally had Ali so,when Tyson arrived, he wasyour man.Now he'sveeringtowards tlle sideshows.The n otedPhiladelphia Daily Nerr boxingreporter,BernardFernandez, explained:"MiIe Tyson is like a fat Elvis... he's not the guy that he was before, but there'sstill a curiosityfactor." The cu osity lingers for complexreasons. a phenomenaltalent: he Tyson possessed combinednatural gifts (his physiqueand the mental ability to absorbthe technical instructions and his gym-trained attributes) with the discipline of restraining his atracktheminto ing instinctsandsubordinating technique. This wasa complicatedstrategy that involvedasmuchhighlyskilleddefence work as ferocity. To many, Tyson looked too primal and brutal to be palatable.To the rest of us, he wasthe genuinearticle. There arebooksabouthim, videosabout him. Consumethis stuffand you'll realise that at times it's hard to decide whether Tyson drovethe mediaor the mediadrove Tyson.But it wasn'talwayslike this. As a child-prodigy boxer, the medialoved him. He waslike a wrecking cartoon.WIen I first sawHarry Carpenterinterview him, I vas enthralled.Tyson satin a darkenedroom, already looking like a fully-grown man, watchingold fight films ofJack Dempsey, RocLy Marciano andJoeLouis. No wonder when he fought at that agehis opponents' handlersused to checkhis birth certificate. He lookedlike he'd a coupleofgood fights to go beforehe wasdue for retirement.At age13he weighed15stone.But with a broken family and a New York City ghetto upbringing behind him, Mike Tyson was alreadyknown to explodein a rageifanyone calledhim "Fairy Boy" becauseofhis high-pitched, lisping voice.He wasshipped out ofBrooklyn by the authoritiesto reform schoolin upstateNew York. Within montis of fi$t pulling on a pair of boxing gloves,he wasreadyto start his grisly ascentin what he'd one day ruefully call "a lonely sport". Wrtft I€3r ttan an hour to go, a duor into MGM's casino.The of peoplecascades PR guysand the hotel managersperiodically appearto view this sceneofwalking dollar bills. They know Tyson needsbig bucksfast. Glanceat tlte heavyweightrankingsand you won't seehis name there any more. Ten yearsago that wasunthinkablein boxing. But dings change- $'alls fall, nationsunify and evenTyson walkedinto a right hand. But the memoryofhis lower body launching a left uppercut lingers in the minds of the moneyrnen.Likd a Hollywood sequel, he might haveonemore title shotleft in him. That's why they're payingthe unranked Tyson $10m to appearand his opponenta derisory $800,000to act asa punchbag.Like everythingelsein this town, it's a gamble. Ifthe fight fansdon't corneacrosswith the big (tosing)bets, Tyson is history. So the men in suits watchand wait. As fight time nears,the crowdskeepcoming;steady,but not overwhelming.Tyson's fight is scheduled for 8pm. nik€ lv8on wa8 onco d|€ iubi€et of an audaciousand brilliantly conccivedlife and careerplan. Upstate New York, the area where Tyson grew up and where the plot washatched,is the antithesisofthe city from which it takesits name.It's a remoteand leafypart ofthe world. Land ablackkid from rhe city in the middle ofthis and, depending on his survivalskills,he'll eithersink or he'll find a wayto swim. At reform school,he wasspottedby a cop calledBobby Stewart. He took Tyson to the Catskill Boxing Ctub, run by a white-haired trainer called Cus D'Amato. D'Amato took Tyson in to live with him. Tyson became the prot6g6 who exemplified D'Amato's unique hands-upbobbing andweavingstyle. He forecast,correcdy, that Tyson rvould be tlte heavyweightchampionofthe world. But D'Amato wascontrolling. He wascriticised for unleashingTyson too fast,oyer-develasman. opedasaboxerbutunder-developed The wily, brilliant D'Amato spottedthe first stirrings ofserpentinediscontentin his boy's soul and contrivedto slayth€sedemonsby flinging Tyson into the gym on a daily basis. D'Amato knew that the only personwho could ultimately beatMike Tyson was,in fact, Mike Tyson. "I used to say,'Cus, I'll sell my soul to be a greatfighter.' And he said:'Be carefulwhat you wish for 'causeyou rnight getit, "' mused Tyson not long ago. Like all child prodigies,Mike Tyson could be troublesome.He fell out with another D'Amato prot6g6Teddy Atlas, who trained Tyson. The rumour is that Tyson gropeda youngfemalerelativeofhis trainer. D'Amato brought in another ofhis team, the brilliant MIKE TYSON trainer Kevin Rooney,to replaceAtlas. Two class-actmanagerswerealsobrought in:Jim Jacobsand Bill Cayton, both New YorLbased.both with unblemished.unassailable reputationsin the frght game.Tyson lived in the gym. The diary ofhis early pro-fights in upstateNew York is bewildering.In1985, he fought 15 times in nine months and won all the contestsby knockout. CusD'Amato diedsuddenlyin 1985.The impact of his death on Tyson must have beenterrifying. D'Amato's psychological grip andphysicalaurawerelegendary.Tyson had lost his motler a few yearsearlier; now the personwho sincerelybelievedin him, who had given him someself-esteem,had goneout ofhis life. Yearslater, the adult Tyson,worth tensof millionsofdollars,one of the most fearedand recognisedmen in the world, would cry like ababyon the shoulder ofa joumalist who interviewedhim about D'Amato. "It occursto me how much more fun it usedto be when it wasn't aboutmoney so much," said Tyson. "He died and everything becamemoney, rnoney,money." D'Amato and his team had rnappedout a rout€ to the top and Tyson wastheir willing vehicleto getthem there.D'Amato knew that the key to Tyson's successwasnot so much aboutrraininghis body but getting insidehis head.Tyson cameto completely trust the old man: he wasthe one persontlte fatherlessTyson felt hadneverlet him down. Apart ftom the physicallessonshe learnt ftom D'Amato, Tyson also absorbedone important rule: trust no one in boxing, possibly in life. With him gone,trusting nobody meant that. at one extreme.he could not build new relationships,personallyor professionally.At the other extreme,when he did reachout, he invariablyfound himself touching the smiling sharts D'Amato had iust startedpreparinghim for l'hen he died. Maybe the rest ofhis life hasbeena search for anotherD'Amato. He neededsomeone to shield him, to keep the rcal world at bay. He knew that he'd becometough to protect the abusedwastelandon the inside. He knew that he didn't know how to treat womenhe overpoweredthem. He knew that he was out ofhis depth socially,that he wasn't educatedenough.Only when he boxeddid he feel worthwhile. In 1986,the heavyweightdivision wasa disasterarea.Federationsand allegedchampions proliferated. Don King, the two-time convict-turned-promoterand ex-numbers bossfrom Cleveland,dominated the heavyweight division - most ofthe title holders and contenderswereunder his control. Tyson wasfirmly in Don King's sights. King hadcut a TV heavl"weight-unification tournament deal. He knew the real thing whenhe sawit - Tyson'sraw art ofboxing, his brutally truthful approach,wasa magnet to fight fans, and therefore to money. Mike Tyson defeatedTrevor Berbickin November 1986when he wasjust over 20 yearsold to win the WBC title and become the youngestever heavyweightchampion ofthe world. For anyonewho watchedthe bout - asI did - the sight ofBerbick trying to staggerlike a drunk to his feet signalled the real arrival ofTyson. He'd later sayit wasthe most memorablenight ofhis life: 'l soid,"Cusl'll not becausehe waschampionofthe world, but because,"I've neverreally had people acceptme so fully before and haven't really beenacceptedthat way since." Photosin the ring after that fight show Don King standinggrinning madly in the back ofthe frame. He wasTyson's future. Satudav night in Lar Uegas and ifr almosttime for Tyson to do what he once saidhe was"born to do". But life is not so simple any more: "SometimesI get overaggressivewith people. Peoplethink I'm mean,I'm bad... I don't think I was born bad.We all dictatethe directionofour life. Sometimeswe make mistakesthat last with us the rest ofou! lives," Tyson recently told USA Today.He soundedalmostcont te. Tyson may be waking up to the messhis life is in, but that's not the imagethe merchandisestand projects. Instead,his "Be Real" logo is emblazonedon everything. We're meantto buy into the myth that he's still a focused,uncomplicatedman offew words.That's the imagethat sells.Here in 1999LasVegasit's still 1985ir Tyson-land. Brutal.Dramatic.Vicious. I walk towardsthe Grand GardenArena at 7.30pm. CJowdsgathernear the enffance to seestars but, after the Holyfield clash (the so-called"Bite-Fight"), few real A-list celebritieswant to be seenaroundTyson. There wasa time whenMadonna or Stallone would havebeenamongthe spectato$.Not any more. It's mostly the shadyunknowns who fly in now - the oneswith the attitude and offshoreaccounts.But, for a few, old habitsdiehard:JohnTravolta, CharlieSheen and PierceBrosnan all haveringside seats. Securitycheckfollowssecuritycheckas I enter the arena.There were riots after the last Tyson fight here.Tonight, they are taking no chances.Clustersofbeige-uniformed Las Vegaspolice are everywhere. Tyson's fight is late; it'll be another hour before he showsup. The crowd becomes restless.There'sa buzzin the air, an illicit, semi-seductive,almost-criminal tingle that oneveteraniournalist tellsmeissinplymissing from other heavyweightfights he sees, including Lewis and Holyfield bouts.He's right, I canfeel it. Mike Tyson hasindeed enteredthe building. sellmysoulto beo greoter fighter." Andhe soid,"Becoreful whotyouwish you for'couse mightgetit."' lowaldr drc e||d ot dro Eiglraisr it all changedfor Tyson. "There wasDon King," confideda former associateofMike Tyson's. "Then therewasRobin Givens..." A mid-range actress with a knowing demeanour,Givens ran rings around the FEBRUARY 2000 6quin l0l MIKE TYSON Tyson's former troiner soid, 'BrunohitTyson withmore punches thon he'devertoke inthegymor infights. ..' A night to Emember \rvh.n Bruno rocked Tyson wldr r .ltl|t In th€lr 1989n8ht, TFon looked vunehbla TFon w€nt on to win in d|e fffth, but Bruno d€clared afterwards:'Mike Tyson crn be b€aten.' Buster Douda proved hlm rlght a tear larer r02 44u''.r- FEBRUARY 2OOO Time please,gentlom€n Thispoge,clockwkefron top left, Tysonhits Norris afterthe bell rin$ to siSnaltheendofthe frst roundoftheir 1999fightin LasVe8as, Norris hitsthe canvas, Norris claimshe can't love-sickTyson ashe wasin the midst of trying to unify the world titles. Tyson's rrainingwasalsodisruptedby his growing predilectionfor nightclubs.But he still won the unification fight with Tony Tucker to becomethe Undisputed Heavyweight Charnpionof the World. He married Givensafter a bizarreelopement in Chicagoin February1988.By now, Tyson's management ream were having troublewith her involvernentin his affairs. Then his co-manager Jim Jacobsdied.The loss flung Tyson offbalancethe sameway D'Amato'sdeathhad.ButDon Kingstepped in to add his own particularbrandofstability. After a Michael Spinks fight, Tyson fired both his managerCaytonand trainer Rooney.His final links with Cus D'Amato weregone. Tyson's behaviouroutsidethe ring was incrcasinglyerratic.h affectedhis training and his performances. His formertrainer Kevin Rooneytold meTysonliterallylet his guald down againstBruno in 1989:"fFrank Bruno] hit Tyson with more punchesthan he'd cver take in the gym or in fights." Journalistswere now kept at arm's length duringTyson'straining.More thanonewas thrown out for askingwhat his management perceivedto be the "wrong" question. Morc victories followed, but paradoxically with eachfight he lookedlessand less like a Cus D'Amato fighter. Somesaidhis opponentsnow fell into the "Bum of the Month" category.Then a lucrative,seemingly easy, bout in Tokyo beckonedin February1990.Tyson had to loseweightat the last minute, so he enteredthe fight out of shapc,wsalgngdand with an inexperiencedcornertearn. His unknownchallengerfor tle bout was "Buster" Douglas- it should have James beenan eosyfight for an itr-shapeTyson.It wasn't. Douglas leatheredTyson into an asto[lsl]rngvictory in the tenth round.The bizarrcfootageofTyson gropingaroundon all fourstrying to put his gumshieldinto his mouth after Douglashad flooredhim with a solid left becameemblematicofthe fallen champ. thc lllst tlme | 8€e If,ike fyson in pelsonls at a mid-morningpressconferenceintheHollywoodTheatreof rheMGM Grand Hotel. We're herethreedaysbefore he facesOrlin Norris. The 200 journalists haveseentt all 6s6.t.. With o thick crop ofrecentlygrownhair, Tysonlooksyears youngerthanhedid when he went for the shaven-skulllook. But his 104 a.4ql^. FEBRUARy 2000 foreheadis huge, his eyebrowslike overhanging rocks. They are at odds with his strangelyangularface,his cheekbones more prominentsincehedroppedweightrecently. His small, dark brown eyesdart urgently, taLingin the slightestmovement.He looks agitatedin our presence. When he talks, his eyebrowsarch like thoseof a comicalpantomime-villain. While speaking,he hardly unclencheshis teethwhen he does,you catcha flash from his two gold teeth. Then there'shis voice.It's his most obviouscurse:God's way ofreminding him who'sin charge.Tyson soundsless like the hardestman on earthand morelike a pimply 14yearold with a breakingvoice. Tyson looksasfed up asthe journalists. He's wearinga blackbaseballcapanda white T-shirt. Tyson's opponent Norris sits nearbywearinga whitedressshirt,staring at the table.He smilestoo much. He looks like he hastoo muchbrainsto be in the same ring with Tyson.A seriesofsoft questions arelobbedatTyson.He answerscagily.The majority ofthe journalistshavebeenhere before.They know Tyson won't saymuch andthat he can't wait to be somewhere else. &|saer Doughs rxas fFo|fs bogrynsl all right. It all went sour after rhat debacle. There followed court cases,lame victorres in the ring againstsecond-raters, an expen- continueandchao!ensuesin the rin& thenTysonis lead away.OpPosite Poge,Tyson's faceappearson a tiant video screenashe walksbackto his dressintroom sivedivorceftom Givensand then another crackat the title. Even that fell apartwhen Tyson wasimprisonedin 1992for six years for rapinga Miss BlackAmericacontestant calledDesireeWashington.The detailsof thecaseweredisturbing.Tyson'slewdbehaviour towardswomenhad clearlyrun out of control.Without monitoringandprotection from his own excesses he wasdangerous. Tyson walkedout ofprison on 25 March 1995straightinto the armsofnot only a new wife. Dr Monica Turner. but alsointo the capaciousbear-hug of Don King. After a returnto the ring andsomevictories,Tyson lostinNovember1996toEvanderHolyfield. In the third round oftheJune1997rematch, he snappedand bit Holyfield'sear twice. He had regressedbackto wherehe started when he ra'alkedirto D'Amato's gym - all aggressionand little else.The techniquehad evaporated.His arrogancehad convinced him that he could go it alone;he wassurroundednowwith yes-menwhowouldnever dare tell him he was losing it by the day. This waswherehis hubrishad led him. Fined $3m for his conductby the Nevada StateAthletic Commission,Tyson had his licencerevokedfor a year.He startedpanicking. By February 1998,Tyson had fired Don King. Rumourssurfacedin the press that Tyson was in deepfinancial trouble. An applicationfor a boxinglicencein New MIKE TYSON Jerseyfoundered:Tyson appliedin Nevada instead.The boxerwasthen involvedin an altercationwith two drivers after their car hit a vehicledriven by his wife Monica. A court casewould laterensue. In the meantime,Tyson faceda psychiatric examination at the request of the Nevada State Athletic Commission. Its conclusions wereasfascinating astheywere humiliating. Tyson revealed he'd "felt depressed all ofhis life". Whenhe wasbeing examined,Tyson saidthat, "I haveno selF esteem,but the biggestegoin the world." The doctorsconcludedthat medication wouldn't be helpful in his caseand that "a return to boxingwill help alleviatesomeof the stresses contributingto his depression". On l6January1999,Mike Tysonreturned to the ring in the MGM Grand to facerelative no-hoper FrangoisBotha.Tyson's fifthround victory wasmarredby claimsthat he wastrying to breakhis opponeot'sarm by holdingonto ituntil itsnapped.Threeweeks later,Mike Tysonwassentenced to two concurrent two-year sentencesfor assaulting the motoristswho'd rear-endedhis wife's car.The judge,however,suspended all but ayearofthatjail time.Tysonwasfined95,000 and given two years probation. He was released on 24May 1999,weighing20stones. l'rn herc to |nccl llike Tyson lor our interview. Two hoursafterthe moming press conference, I'm standingin the Nevadasun outsidethesquaremetalbuildingthathouses the Golden GlovesGym. Tyson hasbeen traininghereforweeks.His "adviser"Shelly Finkel told me: "Come out hereand Mike will speakto you at the end ofhis workout ifhe feelslike it." I'm summonedinsideand told to makemyselfscarcein a corner. Mike Tyson's life in the gym isn't complicated,it's justsweatingand fighting.Simple, basichumanelementsthat arecontrollable. The raging,confusinghurricaneof fameis somewhereelse.The only thinking that's requiredin hererelatesto the mechanicsof fighting,and Tysol canhandlethat. So I watch Mike Tyson skipping in the corner of the gym. He looks perfectly at home- and I meanat home,asifhe hasa sleepingbagstashedin the corner-The handle ofthe skipping-ropevanishesinto the slowball-vhite mitt ofhis bandagedhands. Rapmusicpounds.He skipswith a medium pace,occasionallyswingingthe ropesfrom side to side. His light-brovn skin shrnes underthe lights.The glarehits his forehead and solid arms. Now and then he puts his headback,biting his bortom lip in concen- tration,hiseyesshut.The leatherropecracks the floor, invisibleto my eyeasit whirrs. After a while, Tyson pauses.He glances up at me. I notice the large size of his head,the knot of scartissueon his brow.He staresthroughrne,asif in a trance.But he's still watchful and clearlyon a hair-trigger. I'm reminded of the respectedBBC boxing commentator Mike Costello'scommentsto me that: "With Tyson, you just never know. There's always that sensearound him that there's a time-bomb waitingto explode,that he can't really control what he's doing... He almostgoesintoa daze." I watch as he cools downfrom training.He stretchesfor a while. Then he disappears into a changingroom. When he re-emerges, everyoneslowly gravitatestowards him. He standsaround smiling that familiar halfsneer,half-childlikesmileandshakes hands. The gym is filled with other blackboxers andhangers-on.The atmosphere is relaxed and friendly. I leaninto the crowd and touch his shoulder.He turns aroundand looksat me. I'm a stmngerand he's aswary ashell. He eyesme up and down while I tell him I'm hereto interviertrhim. "Sure," he says. He smiles,shrugsand placidly followsme to a quiet areaofthe gym. I'm about to start my interview with a questionaboutwhat kind ofshapehe's in, whensuddenlyI heara voice."It's over!It's over!CUT!" ShellyFinkelarrivesandstops the interview beforeit's evenstarted.The boxer looksat me and shrugs- the matter is out of his hands. For all his recent announcements that he's his own man and manager,in reality he's powerless:"Sorry, man,I can't talk unlesshe saysit's OK," he says.He pointsatFinkelwho'ssayingsomething about me "breating rules". Tyson grins asifhe knowsall aboutsuchpredicaments,then leaves. WhenI askFinkelwhatI'd doneto deserve this treatmenthe prevaricates. He tells me to callhim tomorrowto arrangeanothervisit (I do:"It's not goingto happen,"he tellsme). A day later, I'm at the weigh-in for the fight. I talk to oneofTyson'scurrentcomermen and trainers,Jay Bright, who $159 'l'vefelt depressed oll mylife... I hove noself-esteem butthebiggest egointheworld' FEBRUARY 2000 f.qqnt. 105 thememoryof it... Yeah,I wantmore... He sighs.Unfortunately, they don't have any at the ChateauMarmont, so we settle for a glassofCabernet.Johnnytouchesmy glass with his. We toasthis daughter. lflhsn Lily noso l5elody Depp was bont on 27 May 1999,saysher father,everything suddenlymadesenseto him for the first trme. He is living in the third dimensionnow. "It's exactlythat, like living in 3D. I don't feelasif I smiledbefore- whichI did, obviously,but I really didn't feelit like I feelit now. I meanI cany'el myself smiling and I smile everydaya lot. There tust wasn'tany particularreason for anythingbeforeandLily Rosehasgivenme a reason.Now I havemy own little family; I've got my girl Vanessa,we haveour daughterand it's a beautiful kind of simple life." Johnny Depp sayshe'd alwaysknown that one day he'd havea baby, but neverknown when-or if- therewouldbe a righttime. But whenhe met Vanessain Paris(for the second time - he'd met her two yearsbefore)he knew instantly, he says,that shewasthe one who wouldbe the motherofhis child. So it was all planned?Oh yeah, he says. Absolutely.Had he not felt like that aboutanyone elsel Well, he sayscarefully, the situations were difficult. "It was a different world, or differentworlds.It wastoohardbefore- it was like everythingmovedleally fastaroundme and suddenly,I don't knov, it just got really calmandslow,really slow.Things weren'tcalrn before,never." He has,he says,discoveredthe diiference betveen night and day now, they don't just roll into eachother like they usedto, andwhen I askhim if it hasalteredhis Iifestylein any way, he takesa long time to answer.When he does,it's convinciug."Er... I don't wantto poisonmyselfany more." Pause."For years andyearsyou drink audyou... inebriateyourself in one way or anotherand it seemslike recreation,but in fact it's not. You're trying to medicateyourselfandnumb yourself,to be comfortablein your skin, to be calm- and I don't want to do that any more.Vanessaand the babyhavereallygivenme a reasonto live." "He's really, really centredand happy at the moment," saysJim Jarmusch."He still hasthe samequick perceptionsand senseof humour, but whateverused to gnaw at him doesn'tseemto be thereanymore." "All he doesis talk about the baby," giggl€s Gilliam, whom Depp frequently phonesfor child careadvice."He's becomiugan incredibly boring human being, He's no longer a greatactor, just one of hundredsof millions offathers..." Is this thenewJohnnyDeppl He'sjust beeu awardeda Hollywood star on SunsetStrip, something given in recognition not just of goodwork, but to an upstandingrnemberof the community. At leastthey'vegot that bit wrong.O grew up with him inCusD'Amatols housein Catskill. He's friendlyand courteousand speaksfrankly aboutTyson, sayinghe'sslowlygertinghimselfbackinto real world-classshape."He's talkedabout .thefact he's taking on new responsibilities and losingmoney... he's trying to get it all backtogetheragain." I ask him about Tyson's media image. "He's not that individual portrayedby the rnedia;he'sactuallya very goodperson,he's got a heart ofgold, he's congenial,a good guy... If peoplereallytook the time to go pastthe sulfaceofwhat's written abouthim and listen to him when he speaks,I think they'd havea different conceptofhim asa person."I stop the tapeand tell him that's exactlywhat I wastrying to do the previous day when I attemptedto interviewTyson. He shrugs.Also powerless. As we finishspeaking,Irealisewe'vebeen joined - and our conversationtaped- by two PR men, oneI believeto be from the company handling Tyson and one from a TV companyshowing the fight. I'm askedto stepaside.I complain,but to no avail.From thatpoint on I'm ftozenoutby TeamTyson. FROIII PAGE Tyson ir introducad and lhe arona erupts.Tyson pacesthe ring lookinglile his broodinghero, SonnyListon. On the bell, the fighters comeflying out. It's aneven6ght for the next two-and-a-halfminutes. Tyson lookssharperand leaner,but missesa few punchesasNorris movesawayfast.Norris jabsinto his facefrequently.Then everyso often,Tyson-usinghis shortheight- comes fiom underneathlike a missileandexplodes with a left jab. A couple connect.He also bobs and weaves,the way he did when he first startedout under D'Amato, Atlas and Rooney.For thosebriefmomentsI'm watching the fighter and boxer I admired. And it's beenworth the journey. Then, in a clinchneartheendoftheround and just asthey break,Tyson beltsNorris. Points are deducted.The crowd boosand whistles.Fighting resumesfor the next 20 secondsor so.Tyson seemsto be winning. Then, iust asthe fightersclinch again,the bell, which signalsthe end ofRound One, goesfive times.The refereestepsin between the fighters. Norris drops his glovesand then.., Tyson hookshim on the chin. But not hard. Everyoneblinks asNorris fallsto his knees.Rollsover.Flat out. The stadiumis stunned.Norris, still on the deck, looksbewildered.He glancesto his corner and elsewherefor instructions. Then he risesand walks to his seatasTyson retreatsto his. He doesnot limp. Or look damaged. A deafeningwaveofsoundcomes from the crowdaspolicesprint by metowards the ring. They form a wall around it. Inside the ring, the refereeimmediately decidesTyson unintenrionally hit Norris. He won't be disqualified.Norris sitson his stool surroundedby his team.Someoners rubbing one of his knees.He didn't look injured whenhe walkedbacLto his corner, but now he'sclaiminghe can't go on. Tyson shadow-boxes in a neutralcorner waiting for the secondround to begin.He loosens his legs off and keeps moving. Opposite him in Norris' coffler there's a flurry ofactivity. An official is consulted. You cansensethat tlis fight is goingnowhere fast.I know what'scomingnext.It's over. The roar ofabusefrom the crowd makes my headspin.Another line of securitymen and armedpolicerun by me. Peoplebegin sprinting for the exits. The atmosphereis suddenlyhotandclaustrophobic. The crowd is on its feet, angry that anotherTyson fight hasslid into farce."Bullshit!Bullshit!" they chant.The word echoesround the vastarena. [orrfu will reeoive his purs€ Liort{rat night. Tyson's will be withheld for almost a weekwhile an enquiryis held. Eventually he'll receivehis $8.7m fee.The headlines will comeout againstTyson claimingthat he'soncemorebroughtshameon boxing. Nevadaboxing commissionerswill addtheir voices,saying,"We're not preparedto have anyhoodlumsfight in the stateofNevada." Within 40 minutesofsteppingout of the ring, a glazed-lookingTyson appearsat a pressconference.He saysthat Norris should havefought on. His handlersseemto agree. Then he hangshis head:"I didn't know the bell went off. I don't know what happened. I wasjust fighting. I ju5t want to go home. I'm tired ofeverything and everybody.I'm caughtup in all this political stuff. I don't wantto put up with this anymore.I don't want to fight anl,rnore, man,I'm just tired,tired." He looksburnt out, remindingme ofthe oddly prophetic engravingon D'Amato's tombstone,words which describethe way he developedMike Tyson for the ring and for life: "A boy comesto me with a spark of interest. I feed the spark and it becomesa flame. I feed the flame and it becomesa fire. I feedthe fire andit becomesaroadngblaze." Soon, the world has a new undisputed heavyweightchampion:Lennox Lewis. A Tyson-Lewis match is talked up. The Manchester fight is announcedfor this rnonti. New schemesfor his never-ending comebackwill be mappedout. The flame will be fannedbackinto life. I can picture him back in a gym somewhere.Feelingsafeand accepted.Dressed in hauntedblack.The sweatrunning in thick rivers offhis face.The blastingr.p music obliteratinginfiusive doubts.His eyesalways sealed.The leatherrope in his handswhipping that confining, fetid ah. The perpetual and lethal whispering behind his back.@ FEBRUARY 2000 t q.nit- 159