In his case, that moment was June 21, 2003. That night, in Los Angeles, Lewis fought a bloody and bruising battle with Vitali Klitschko, a late replacement, in defence of his world heavyweight titles and came away with a victory only after Klitschko was withdrawn due to cuts between rounds six and seven. It wasn’t pretty, neither Klitschko’s face nor Lewis’ performance, but a win is a win, as they say. In this instance, too, a win in that manner meant more to Lewis, in terms of insight, than a win of any other kind. He knew, having won in the fashion he had, and by struggling the way he had, that Father Time was in the arena that evening, circling, waiting to tap him on the shoulder. He knew then, at 38, his time was up.
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