Once upon a time there was a giant...whose fingers were like bananas. He couldn't use a telephone without pressing four numbers at the same time and he couldn't use a piano without pressing three keys. He had no choice but to stick his head out the hatch. I had to sit on the floor because I couldn't sit in a seat on the plane. And he was not allowed to sit in any row of the theater except the back row.

The bathtub was not big enough for his large figure and, depending on the hotel, he had to kneel to shower. His stomach was fine with both solids and liquids. He could drink up to 127 cases of beer at a time, although some estimate it was closer to 200. His name was André René Roussimoff, but everyone knew him as André the Giant. He changed the history of Lucha Libre (professional wrestling) and became a pop icon respected around the world. On April 10, HBO will premiere Andre the Giant, a documentary about his life. The history and legend of this unique species.

2.24 meters. 220 kilos. Andre grew, grew, grew... And he drank, drank, drank... Fantastic stories are told about his abilities. He usually drinks six bottles of cognac a day (while he works). Yes, he had 12 beers, 5 bottles of wine and 2 cocktails at dinner. Yes, he couldn't move it. When he gets drunk, the only thing left to do is put him to sleep next to the piano...

Actor Cary Elwes said that when he visited New York, the mayor assigned him two police officers because he was afraid he would get drunk and hit his neighbors in the fall. At first glance, Andre seemed to be living a good life, but the reality was very different. “I broke my back when a chair hit me in the ring. "I drank to numb the pain," Elwes said in his memoirs.

In 1993, André returned to his native France to attend his father's funeral. He was in a lot of pain and moved with the help of a cane. Every day his chauffeur took him from his five-star hotel in Paris to the Moulins in her personalized luxury car, doing what he loved most in the world besides eating and drinking. He was playing cards with his compatriots at a local bar. .
One day there was no such thing as a big car. Andrew died that night, his heart beating wildly. Cause of death: heart failure. He was 46 years old in 1993.

Then I couldn't remember the sports statement from 1981.

“He was happy and satisfied with life. If he died tomorrow, he would have eaten more delicacies, drank better wine and beer, made more friends and seen more of the world than the average person.

Tomorrow more and better