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The story of heavyweight boxer James J. Braddock—the. "Cinderella Man"—is a true one. It begins in New York City in the late s. The s had seen good . About the movie. Cliff Hollingsworth and Akiva Goldsman worked together to write the story for the movie Cinderella Man. Before the movie, the story of Jim. Cinderella Man - Answer keys of 2. Answer keys LEVEL 4. PENGUIN READERS. Teacher Support Programme. Book key. 1–2 Open answers. 3 a The economy.

All rights reserved; no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the Publishers. For a complete list of the titles available in the Penguin Readers series please write to your local Pearson Education office or to: Introduction As Jim Braddock stepped out into the bright lights, the crowd became silent. The ring seemed so far away. Between him and it were thousands of people—Jim's people. He knew the looks on their faces—people who saw no chance of a future. Some had spent their last dollar to be here, but tonight they all held their heads high.

Easy fights. But Braddock was ready. And then Johnston turned and walked to his waiting car. Then his right hand flew forward and found Griffiths' chin for the last time. Jimmy Johnston organized the fights at Madison Square Garden. Both men looked at the crowd and listened to its shouts. That was every boxer's dream. The fight organizers had had big plans for Griffiths. But Joe pointed to a big. Johnston and men like him ruled the world of boxing.

He was a winner. He tried to stand. The local boy had won! Braddock had been born in Hell's Kitchen. Her pale face was serious as she waited. She had always liked big Jim Braddock. Although his brother was bigger and had much more experience.

Joe pulled some cash out of his pocket and began to count out Jim's share of the prize money. That's when he realized—-maybe he could be a winner in the boxing ring.

His parents had moved from Ireland to New York. Now the car turned onto Jim's tree-lined street in a nice. New York seemed alive. The long hours full of fear only ended when Jim came home. Feel again. But Jim was shy. By the time he stopped going to school.

But she loved her husband. Jim Braddock and Joe Gould wanted a piece of that success. They had even started their own taxi company. Jim didn't do badly.

The front door of the house was open now. To her it was a world of pain and danger. She knew that men died in the ring. And if they didn't die. Jimmy kissed her goodbye. He moved toward her now. Joe needed someone to train with one of his boxers.

He said that he wanted to wait until he had enough money to buy a nice home. Tall buildings were going up everywhere.

One day he and Jim began to argue. The city's bright lights shone and people laughed and talked as they went to shows and clubs. As he waited nervously for her answer. Then she just watched the clock and hoped that he was safe. Not long after this. Joe told the driver. Here Jim had grown up a typical American boy. Mae noticed the sweat on Jim's face. Joe Gould was afraid of nothing in the world of boxing. Fight night was always like this for Mae. Through the car's windows. Jim had gone into the ring and given Gould's boxer a lesson.

She couldn't stop herself from laughing. It was an exciting time to live in the city. This had been Jim's home since soon after his birth.

The manager had stayed with Jim since then. Mae didn't understand the sport. From the first time he had met her.

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She could breathe again. Not often. In the afternoon. New Jersey's biggest city. The money didn't matter to her—of course she would marry him! When Mae Braddock saw her husband. Jim had loved her. New Jersey. Mae looked away. Mae bravely continued coming to watch Jim box.

September Jim's two sons ran into the hall. She hated to see Jimmy in pain—that's why she never went to the fights—and she hated to see him like this. Mae never went to a fight again.

He looked at their wedding picture. But then she looked up and saw Jimmy smile. He didn't have to kiss his gold cross for luck. In the last few years they had lost their house and most of their furniture. My little men. He didn't know how painful it was for her until a few fights later. Jim stood next to her.

Jim still remembered the look of fear on her face. Chapter 2 Hard Times Newark. This was just a part of life when you lived in a single room in a dirty. But I'm not as strong as you. Mae had run off before the final bell. Mae had hung a blanket across the room to turn one room into two. She knew that Griffiths had been expected to win tonight's fight.

Now Mae looked at her husband. Behind Jim. She spoke in a different voice now. Everyone's luck had gone now—even Jim Braddock's. It was the face of a lucky man. The couple in the photo smiled. It didn't seem to matter that Jim had won the fight in the end. A reporter saw her go. Something moved outside the window.

His eyes met Mae's. In the picture. Mae moved around the table.

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A lucky man and a winner. He had sold it years ago. Then he took off the gold cross from around his neck and kissed it.

Dressing was quick these days: It wasn't easy for Mae to put the boys to bed after that. His opponent had knocked him down that day. Mae looked beautiful. Not able to watch anymore. After that. They jumped around their father's legs. When she had checked their sleeping baby girl. Jim picked the boys up and kissed them.

He had won! Jim stood in the bedroom of his beautiful home. He looked again at his and Mae's wedding picture. Your hands are so big. Her eyes asked the question. My little family. But Mae looked away. Jim was having a bad night and he took a lot of punishment.

Jim told them all about the fight. Jim began to cut up his daughter's food. Everywhere Jim looked. I want to eat. Since hard times had hit their family—and the whole country—she had started to hate the ring. Mommy cooked this. I want some more. Most of the dirty brown and gray buildings around here had broken windows and paint coming off.

Others stood in line at employment offices from morning until night. He stepped into the kitchen. It was the end of America's good times in the s. Jim's answer was simple. Mae began to cut another thin piece of meat. With wide eyes. Disaster had struck on October There were men in four-year-old suits.

By He didn't tell her that Feldman had lost only one fight in nineteen. I had a dream last night. It reminded him of the good things in his life. Some people called it Black Tuesday. Most of the stores were closed. This part of Newark was very different from Jim's old leafy neighborhood. But to Jim she was still beautiful.

He walked past old. But then his bank closed and his taxi company went out of business.

Ten thousand factories in the New York area had been closed down. He took down a jar from the shelf. Mae picked up three dishes and put a thin piece of hot meat on each one. He hated seeing his children grow up like this. Mae couldn't hide the old fear in her eyes. You can't work on an empty stomach. Those useless cars were homes now.

At first. Jim thought that the problem wouldn't last long. Times were even harder for many other people. The girl climbed onto her father. Rosy couldn't remember living in a big house. But Jim liked to look at the picture every day. Jim looked at Mae and Rosy with their empty plates. The economy failed. She looked different now—thinner. People threw nothing away these days. The butcher nodded. At the butcher's.

He hadn't been picked. Jim's only hope had been boxing. The city was filled with a gray crowd of people without hope. This man had the power of life or death. Jim put Rosy down. His parents didn't have enough for them to eat. Can't you see that we need it?

In Jim was silent. There was enough to feed the family for a whole week. Then he was out of the building and marching to the butcher shop without another word. It doesn't matter what happens. With so many factories closed. At last. The foreman began to turn away. The prize money was less. Don't you. Men began pushing forward—Me! Pick me! Don't make me do this. His eight-year-old son. Jim wanted to look away but he couldn't.

His hand shook and his eyes were wild. How could a young boy understand that one in four working Americans had no job? An eight-year-old child didn't need to know that. Jay had to give the meat back and apologize. Ben had just put the gun away when several men fought 10 him to the ground. His name was Ben and.

It was harder and harder for Gould to get him good fights. His son followed slowly behind. Jay spoke. Jim gave his son a smile. He looked at the tired. That was the end for Ben now. Let's go. Promise me. Hours later. The man had stepped forward to complain. Jim met the butcher's eyes.

Father and son left the shop. Jim had spoken to him once. It was Rosy. As they walked. In the dark and the cold. I am not bringing up my son to be a thief. They stood in endless lines for soup or bread. Early every morning. Jim's success as a boxer had ended. Jim had to look for other work. How could he help his wife and kids from prison? Jim spent the whole day walking from place to place and looking for work.

After all of that waiting. But we don't steal. The ten-year-old's face was red. Jim Braddock was thought to be ready to fight for the world heavyweight title. Jim tried to hit back. He opened his eyes. It'll be an easy fight. He played with the hand. Jay managed a nod. The air smelled of old sweat. He was young and handsome. This crowd was very different from the one at Madison Square Garden years earlier.

But he has lost ten fights in the last year. Joe pulled Jim's gloves back up. He fought several more times. This was the boxer Joe's grandmother could beat? Feldman was the crowd's favorite. His opponent was good. The floor was dirty and the doors were broken. If something went wrong in the ring. He had fought in March. The manager was taping up Jim's hands before the fight. By now he had to use drugs to control the pain. As Jim climbed into the ring.

Jim pulled Jay into his arms and held him as tight as he could. There was never enough time for it to get better before the next fight. Mae's worried looks. Joe Gould knew that it wasn't legal to let a boxer fight in this condition. If you finish early. Braddock's gloves fell to his sides. Chapter 3 An Embarrassment Mount Vernon. Jay's silent tears. But he couldn't stop fighting because he needed the prize money for his family.

The manager was sweating almost as much as Braddock. Jim knew nobody else who hadn't been ruined by the Crash. He squeezed Jim's right hand. I'll buy you an ice cream! Ben's gun. These people looked poorer and hungrier. He was quiet for a long time. The crowd began to boo. It hurt Feldman. I'm telling you. Feldman threw a combination of punches that threw Braddock back onto the ropes. Under the double tape. But Braddock could only think about the pain of Feldman's punches.

Joe began taping a piece of wood to Jim's broken hand. Feldman 14 hit him back. Jim stepped in to finish his opponent. It hit the fighter's chin and knocked him back. These missed. Gould quickly took Braddock's right glove off. That's what it was. Punch after punch fell on him. The angry boos from the crowd were so loud that he almost didn't hear the bell.

A fighter like that keeps the public away. He held on to Feldman as the bell announced the end of the round. He pulled his arm back and threw the punch. Ticket money will fall. An embarrassment! Now those hopes lay as broken as the fighter's hand. Joe couldn't hold back the memories. Now he couldn't even block with his right. He began to throw out his left hand in wild jabs. Even under all the tape. Braddock saw an opening in Feldman's defenses and threw a right cross.

Whatever Braddock was going to do in boxing. It's finished. There was a sound of bone on bone. The dressing room was small and dirty. All the hopes that Jim Braddock would be champion one day. The younger man hit him again and again. The crowd began to boo again and shout insults: He almost fainted from the pain. The lights threw long shadows on the empty ring. The leather glove hit the top of Feldman's head. Time usually slowed down for Jim in the ring.

The pain in Braddock's right hand was terrible. The referee had to send both fighters back to their corners. Jim thought of the prize money. Joe cleared his throat. His face was wet with tears. Thirty minutes earlier the referee had ended the fight.

As the sun appeared in the east. I can do this. I'm sorry. Jim was meeting his new partner. She only cared about her husband. Jim didn't even look up as his manager walked away.

Six-year-old Rosy's face appeared around the blanket. It took two strong men to lift each sack. It was really hard using the hook with it. Jim smiled at her. Now it really was the end. There's another fighter using the name now. The young.

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Jim stepped forward. Mike saw Jim's cast. Jim found the work very difficult. I can still work. They said that I'm finished as a boxer. He almost laughed himself. Nobody will give me a job if they see this cast on my hand. Jim put his broken hand behind him. I need this job. Jake walked along the group. This was goodbye. They had stayed the best of friends through good times and bad. Joe really was sorry.

Minutes later. Together the two men had to move a mountain of sacks from one area to another. We'll have to send the children to stay with my sister. She didn't care about boxing licenses or fight rules. He had never really used his left hand for anything. The doctor had said it would be useless for months. As he entered the gym. But Jeannette couldn't stay away from the fight game. Then Jim picked up his soup and bread and turned toward the front entrance.

A few boxing organizers in expensive suits couldn't stop her husband from fighting. Joe Gould stepped onto the gym floor. The old fighter had never been a champion. Mae held Rosy in her arms. Jim's eyes followed them. Jim sank the hook back into the sack with his left hand. The soup truck seemed far. A few minutes later. Then he waited. She wasn't surprised to see them. Instead of trying to explain. I'll stand in line. His eyes held a question for Joe. Joe Jeannette looked up and saw the manager standing at the back of the gym.

He had become a referee. As he lifted Rosy. A great boxer with quick hands and a knockout punch. He was here to see a new boxer. It was the place where he had first met Joe Gould. The two men lifted the heavy sack together and carried it across the dock.

His boxing shoes. Hundreds of people were ahead of her. Jeannette had been one of the best heavyweights in the country. Joe thought. Even now. At last she said. Joe watched as Jim handed his boxing shoes to a young. Her father appeared beside her. He put the soup pot down and pulled his boxing shoes out of his coat. Jim tried to return Jeannette's smile. He was never too busy to give advice to a young boxer.

This was the gym that Jim had trained in for years. Her place in this soup line was too valuable. Mike sunk the hook into his end of the sack.

Rosy's crying stopped. It's better for both of us if Jim doesn't see me. After a few terrible seconds. Then they moved for another sack. He looked at all the boxers training hard. Jim told Mae. But he was a black man. Jeannette never had the chance to fight for the title. They were all waiting for free soup and bread from the truck at the head of the line. The two boys ran around playing. If everything's OK with it. The law says that I'm allowed to.

But Jim was already moving across the street and Mike went with him. Jim looked down at the clean. He wanted nothing more than to fall into them. The older man had heard every excuse before. Jim and Mike worked together every day.

One morning. Work at the docks finished early that day. The two officers wore fine. Mae was usually asleep on the sofa by the time Jim got home at night. I'm starting a factory job next week. Mae and Rosy walked with the boys to school. His wife stood beside him. You haven't paid the bills. The younger of the two was polite. He tried to find hope in the President's words. In the evenings. Tired and cold. They were walking back down the snowy street when Mae saw a shiny new car outside their building.

Mike smiled. Across the street. Jim watched as the young husband tried to pull a piece of paper out of the officer's hand. Jim and his work partner Mike started walking around local towns. The officers were moving them from their apartment. Jim's week had become an unending string of gray mornings and sweaty afternoons of hard work at the docks. Jim's steps slowed.

Mae walked up to the man. According to Roosevelt. The couple's furniture was on the sidewalk all around them. I'll lose my job. She saw her husband walk toward their bed. That night she was woken by the sound of coins dropping into the jar. The older officer was looking at Jim. There was none anywhere that day. Mae pulled the covers off the bed and lay down on the floor.

Not wanting her children to see her cry. Bad luck? You have to trust that the government will solve things in the end. Howard lay close to the stove. Mike looked down at the document in the older man's hand. Mae rushed out the door and stood in the snow. Now they had lost their heat and electric power.

He looked at Mae. By the stove. Mae knew what she had to do. Mike and Jim began to help the couple move their furniture back inside. He crossed the room and threw a piece of a wooden sign onto the fire in the stove. As the two officers walked away. No little bodies ran to him with open arms. Jim had already gone out into the terrible cold. It doesn't matter now.

He met silence. We can't keep them warm. If I work twenty-six hours out of every twenty-four. The older officer's attitude changed immediately. Every piece of clothing in the apartment was piled on top of them. I lost it all in ' Fight back. Fighting back the tears. I like what President Roosevelt says. She spent the morning trying to keep the children warm. We need to organize. Now the three children had it around them.

Mae emptied the rainy-day jar onto the table. Mike shook his head. She rushed inside to dress her children warmly for the trip across the river to New York City. Mistakes happen all the time. He pointed a finger at Mae. Jim was killing himself trying to do this. Rosy's going to stay with my sister. The government has failed us.

She cared only about keeping this family together. She began to push the coins around. Jim could see their breath in the cold air. Bitter tears ran down her face. The boy was getting sicker. Mae sat alone. She couldn't meet his eyes.

Jim went to the familiar side door. He had discovered Braddock's biggest weakness—no left-hand punch. His dream of winning the title seemed to be at an end. Bankers and builders. The club was a place where the rich money-makers of New York's boxing world could relax and do business.

It was July —-just four months before the Crash. They were lawyers and dock workers. After Jim crossed the river to Manhattan. The sign for the next fight showed two boxers standing with gloves up. An unsmiling woman counted out twelve dollars and eighty cents. Braddock had hit the champion with a few good punches. Jim cleared his throat.

Jim reached the streets around Madison Square Garden. Loughran began to dance around the ring. He remembered the fight with Tuffy Griffiths. In the rest of the fight. He went up to two men in the center of the room. The whole room was silent now. I just need enough money to get my children back.

There were no bright lights now. The story was the same everywhere: No work. But things changed in the second round. Then he offered his hat to the others The judges all decided that Loughran was the winner. No money. He pushed his way through the unhappy crowd. Later that afternoon. But then another. Allen put his hand in his pocket. Jim remembered when his picture had been on signs like this. Jim's hand shook as he signed for the money.

It wasn't high above street level. The climb to the Madison Square Garden boxing club was the hardest of his life. Jim stood in the shadows in Madison Square Garden and said the same words that he had said after the Loughran fight: Some were so ashamed that. Mae stood and held his arms. We had to send our kids away. Others noticed and conversations around the room died.

I promised that we would never send him away. Jim was fighting for the title of light heavyweight champion. Others looked straight ahead with empty stares. The newspapers weren't kind to Braddock. Jim knew. Once a month the priest. Jim walked past a store that had gone out of business. He was knocked down several times and suffered loose and broken teeth; one week before filming began, his shoulder was badly hurt.

When the movie was made, some of Braddock's opponents were played by real boxers, who had to learn to throw punches that didn't hurt so much. They didn't always remember! In one scene, boxer Mark Simmons hit Crowe so hard that actor Paul Giamatti, playing Braddock's manager, heard the boxing glove hit Crowe's head.

Giamatti's look of shock in the film wasn't acting! In the end, Cinderella Man is not just a story about boxing. It is the story of a family who stayed together in hard times—the story of a man who fought for what he loved and believed in. There were nineteen thousand boxing supporters around the center ring in Madison Square Garden, and most were waiting for just one thing—for one fighter to murder another.

At the sound of the bell, Braddock stood under the hot lights and watched Griffiths rush out into the ring. Tuffy Griffiths had come to New York after winning fifty fights. He had won his last fight with a knockout in the first round. Everybody knew that he would do the same to Braddock—everybody except Braddock and his manager, Joe Gould. Gould believed in Braddock. A sudden jab from Braddock knocked Griffiths back.

The fighters started moving around the ring, throwing and blocking punches. Griffiths threw the same punches that had easily beaten his other opponents, but Braddock stayed on his feet. Blood and sweat poured into his eyes. None of the reporters around the ring expected the New Jersey boxer to reach the end of the second round. But by round two, Braddock had timed his opponent's rushes.

Within one minute, he hit Griffiths with his big punch—his right cross—and Tuffy went down. The crowd stood, shouting. But the referee had only counted to three before Griffiths was back on his feet and the fight continued. Time stretched for Braddock now, and his opponent's slightest move seemed enormous.

Braddock paid no attention to the screams of the crowd, to the pain he felt. This was his chance to finish Griffiths. He threw his big right punch again, and again Tuffy was on the floor. For a second time, Griffiths got to his feet. But Braddock was ready, stepping in close and throwing punch after punch. Then his right hand flew forward and found Griffiths' chin for the last time. The big fighter hit the floor again. He tried to stand, but his legs were like rubber.

No more punches hit him, but he went down—and stayed down. Jim Braddock! The crowd was back on its feet. The local boy had won! Braddock punched the air in celebration. He looked at the crowd, at the men in their suits and ties and the women with their fashionable haircuts and expensive clothes. It was Friday night, the world seemed to be having a party, and Jim Braddock's win was one more reason to celebrate! Griffiths was Braddock's eighteenth knockout since his first professional fight in His twenty-seventh win.

The fight organizers had had big plans for Griffiths. After this surprise win, maybe Braddock would have his chance to fight for the title of heavyweight champion. That was every boxer's dream. Inside the ring, Joe Gould rushed out of the corner and jumped onto his boxer's back.

Both men looked at the crowd and listened to its shouts. Jim smiled. He was a winner. The tall boxer and his manager stepped out through the side entrance into a crowd of about a hundred well-dressed supporters. People crowded around Jim. He liked them; he liked the fact that they loved him. Jim looked up. His manager was talking to a big man who had come out of the same side entrance. Jimmy Johnston organized the fights at Madison Square Garden. No boxer fought there without his permission.

Johnston and men like him ruled the world of boxing. Tonight Johnston had wanted Griffiths to win the fight. Braddock was supposed to be an easy win for Griffiths. But Joe continued talking. Griffiths was heavier than my boy, and what happened? Jab, cross. He didn't like to see Joe arguing with a man as powerful as Johnston. But the little manager had always supported Jim, and the fighter couldn't let his manager stand alone now.

So maybe no one's a loser? Right, Johnston? Jim hated that word. Some people had said that his early opponents were no good. Easy fights. So what did that make Jim? But after tonight. Joe Gould and Jimmy Johnston stared hard at each other. Just like inside the boxing ring, time seemed to stretch.

And then Johnston turned and walked to his waiting car. Jim shook his head. His little manager had no control over his mouth. But Joe pointed to a big, shiny new car across the street. The manager organized his life by this belief—expensive clothes, the best restaurants, and now this car. A uniformed driver opened the back door, and the two men got in.

Through the car's windows, New York seemed alive. The city's bright lights shone and people laughed and talked as they went to shows and clubs. It was an exciting time to live in the city. Tall buildings were going up everywhere, and everybody seemed to be getting rich. Jim Braddock and Joe Gould wanted a piece of that success, too. They had even started their own taxi company.

With a shake of his head, Joe told the driver, and the car turned toward New Jersey. This had been Jim's home since soon after his birth. His parents had moved from Ireland to New York, looking for a better life. Later, for the same reason, they had moved their family across the Hudson River to New Jersey.

Here Jim had grown up a typical American boy. By the time he stopped going to school, his older brother had started to box. One day he and Jim began to argue, and soon they were fighting. Although his brother was bigger and had much more experience, Jim didn't do badly. That's when he realized—-maybe he could be a winner in the boxing ring.

Not long after this, he had first met Joe Gould in a local gym. Joe needed someone to train with one of his boxers, and he offered five dollars to the tall teenager. Jim had gone into the ring and given Gould's boxer a lesson. The manager had stayed with Jim since then, through one hundred amateur fights, and then through all his professional fights. Now the car turned onto Jim's tree-lined street in a nice, quiet neighborhood of Newark, New Jersey's biggest city.

Joe pulled some cash out of his pocket and began to count out Jim's share of the prize money. The front door of the house was open now, and there, in the golden light of the hall, was Mae. Her pale face was serious as she waited. From the first time he had met her, Jim had loved her. He moved toward her now, telling himself he was a lucky man to have a wife like Mae. When Mae Braddock saw her husband, the dark cloud of worry disappeared. She could breathe again.

Feel again. Fight night was always like this for Mae. In the afternoon, Jimmy kissed her goodbye. Then she just watched the clock and hoped that he was safe. The long hours full of fear only ended when Jim came home. She knew that men died in the ring. Not often, but it happened. And if they didn't die, they were hurt, badly. Mae didn't understand the sport. To her it was a world of pain and danger.

But she loved her husband, and so she tried to support him. She had always liked big Jim Braddock, and he loved Mae from the time he first met her.

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