THE FORGOTTEN CAMPAIGNER
HE wandered over with a mischievous look on his face and pulled me to one side: “It’s Fidel on the phone – the Cubans are done,” he told me.
It was Houston in the summer of 1999, a very troubling Amateur Championships, and after several bad, bad decisions, the Cuban team had just been ordered back to Havana by Castro.
In a huddle, on one side of the ring, Raul Villanueva, the Cuban delegation’s top official, was speaking on a large phone. He stood to attention. Next to him was Félix Savón, headguard on, towel across his chest in the
