Something is happening.
The blood on his face is being swept away by salty liquid coming from his eyes. Tears as strong as the breakers at Sea Street Beach are washing his face clean and making him strong.
The energy is rushing back into his battered body like a jet plane on takeoff. Seven straight knockouts be damned!
He could spring up from the canvas, beat the count, and finish the fight!
He could! He knows he could do it!