Suddenly, a familiar face appeared in front of Jim—Mike
Wilson. They shook hands.
"I put some money on you," Mike said.
"Mike, everybody expects Lewis to win," said Jim.
But Mike just gave a confident smile. "Do you need some help
in your corner?" he asked.
Jim shook his head. "I have my regular guys for that. You know
how it is, Mike."
Mike's shoulders dropped, but he tried to laugh. "Sure I do, Jim.
Now go and win the fight!