But that’s not it. It’s not that he was merely better.
He was literally tough as nails.
Competitive is not enough to describe him.
He had that inner vital indescribable strength.
Lying in a hospital bed, close to death, cancer of the testicle his sponsors abandon him, he is nowhere , alone, skin and bones , weak, he crawls his way back to the top to spit in the face of the people who left him to die.
Guts. He had guts. It wasn’t just that he was faster. It was that that motherfucker would not quit and could not be beat.
