There is only one legend. That's me

De La Hoya doesn't know about salsa. He should keep on singing mariachis and leave the salsa to me. I'm good at salsa.

I'm not God, but I am something similar.

Every time I stepped into the ring, somebody wanted to kill me.

I am not going to become crazy in the ring, because I am already crazy. And I am not going to die in the ring. I am going to die in bed as an old man.

I really feel that if it wasnt for the accident, Id still be fighting. I would have handled some of these fighters. I would have made sure that the doctors would have declared me physically sound; and after that, I would have trained.

The wind is old, but it keeps blowing.