This picture has it all.

I've always loved this picture. It's got everything; race, colour and Creed.

I love Rocky but I’ve always thought that there was something a bit fishy about the training techniques that Mickey employs to get Balboa into shape. Like when he gets rocky to try and round up all the chickens in his backyard. Surely stooping over, randomly running here and there lashing out like a hunchback on a trolley dash has no bearing on any performance in the ring. It’s almost as if that morning Mickey’s landlord came round and said:
“Listen mate this chicken situation’s getting out of hand, get it sorted pronto or you’re out tonight.”
Mickey’s thinking: ‘There’s no way I’m getting involved with these chickens, I can’t stand ‘em’
“ROCKY!”.
Rocky ambles in with dusters on his hands and knees from where he’s been involved in some ‘intensive training’ on all fours on Mickey’s parquet flooring.
“What is it Mickey?”
“If you wanna beat Creed you’re gonna have to be able to deal with chickens. Now go round ‘em up.”
“Okay Mick Shall I do it before or after I clean out the guttering?”

The same thing happens in The karate kid where Mr Miyagi trains the kid up by making him carry out menial jobs like painting a fence and washing a car. Miyagi tells the kid that undertaking these dullard tasks means he will gain the skills that will allow him to avoid a good pasting down the dojo. The truth of the matter is that the sneaky Jap was actually getting the gullible teen to do his community service for him. Snide.