Cochran turned to the others and he chuckled: "I told you that he spends millions."
Mickey was a little shook when I told him. He thought we should have saved enough to get us home.
"You'll knock this guy stiff," I said.
And he did, flattening Milligan in the 10th round to make us almost half a million dollars.
We tossed a gala party in the Hotel Savoy. Mickey finally did break training with a tremendous splash.
Mickey had received numerous letters suggesting that after he won the fight he should visit the land of his forebears. At the party, the little Irishman from Keighry Head, which is a section of the Ould Sod in Elizabeth, New Jersey, tearfully remembered the invitations.
"Doc," he said, "we got to go to Ireland."
I would have taken him to Timbuktu, if he'd asked me, after the fight he made against Milligan. So I called over "Good Time Charlie" Friedman, one of our entourage, who had been nicknamed by Runyon because he had run several speakeasies.
"Charlie," I said, giving him a wad of bills, "get tickets on the plane for us. We are flying to Dublin, which is in Ireland."
"Right," said Charlie. "I will go right now and make the reservations."