"Get back in here, boy," Ali yelled at him. "You ain't done."
Carter flew across the ring, got in two quick licks and then darted between the ropes. Ali laughed. He worked two more rounds with Roosevelt Green, a young welterweight, before packing it in.
In the dressing room Ali fell backward onto a couch. His eyes closed. "God, 10 rounds and I'm exhausted," he moaned. "Ten rounds!"
"What you expect, you're just in off the street," Rahaman told him.
"No more sparring," Ali said.
Rahaman nodded his approval. "I hope not."
"Tomorrow I got to work."
"All you were doing today was telling your body it was time to go back to work," Rahaman said. "You was just getting rid of the laziness."
"I hope so," Ali said. He sounded semi-convinced.
Even at the advanced age of 38 and carrying more suet than sinew, Ali induced a wild scramble among promoters when he announced he was ready to put up his fists once more. The winner appears to be Murad Muhammad, an obscure fight peddler out of Newark, N.J., whose chief claim is that he promoted all of James Scott's light-heavyweight fights at Rahway State Prison.