Now there is enthusiasm and support for Foreman. He has ingratiated himself to Za�re, especially by his comments that his cut eye was a blessing because it meant that he would be able to stay around longer to enjoy the country. The applause for that was long.
Quite likely the delay is a godsend. Despite the "no problem" attitude of the people involved, the organizers have had difficulties, perhaps symbolized most graphically by the fact that until the day of Foreman's cut no one physically possessed tickets to the fight, those familiar championship ducats with the pictures of the fighters and a stub large enough to keep as a souvenir. Apparently the tickets, complete with arbitrary seat numbers, had been printed in Philadelphia and shipped to Za�re, where they were being studied so that the stadium seating could be arranged to conform to the tickets—a perfectly possible, if somewhat backwards, way of doing things.
Perhaps it would have worked out satisfactorily. An assessment of what has been going on here, considering the enormous effort of the government, the beauty of the stadium and city, the hospitality and the genuine excitement of the people, would get very high marks indeed. However, the technical demands of staging a modern-day superspectacle have required so much more time that, as was suggested among the wicker chairs of the Inter-Continental Hotel lobby, Foreman's wound may have been the kindest cut of all.