I was chatting to a good mate of mine about this, and we agreed to check in with all our friends regularly from now on, even if they seem happy, they could potentially be putting a brave face on things. Most of the time we all mess about and have a laugh which is good medicine in itself, but we agreed that we should just have a chat every now and again either on the phone or over a pint about how their life is going and create a bit of a comfortable environment that if anyone needs to get something off their chest they can. I think it's a good thing to do with friends from time to time, even if they aren't in a dark place. Nipping issues in the bud and sharing problems is easier to work through than letting things manifest into a really serious problem.
I didn't really follow boxing for a while after the Lennox Lewis, Benn, Eubank and Naz era ended. Fast forward a couple of years and I remember tunning in to see Ricky Hatton fight Ray Oliveira and thinking what a fun fighter this kid was and looking forward to see what he would do next. Then he went on to fight Kosta Tszyu which many thought would be a step to far, but he was so physically dominant, bullied Tszyu into submission and won the title in front of an electric crowd of Mancs at the M.E.N. he made me love the sport again after that performance, I remember it like it was yesterday. There were lots of great memories I have associated with his fights, the absolute peach of a body shot against Castillo I remember watching with all my mates around mine after a drunken poker tournament. The Floyd fight which we all watched in Riley's pool hall in Victoria London at a silly time in the morning and drinking way to much Jack Daniels and getting worse and worse at pool as the night progressed. I remember feeling sad when he lost that fight, but proud that he gave it his all. He may not have been the greatest fighter, but he was fighting in an era of greats and he earned his respect. He seriously resonated with a lot of us British working class people. Some modern fighters may be able to draw more tickets than Ricky, but never as loud and as passionate. The term peoples champion gets over used, but he truly was the People's Champion. A lot of promoters have been trying to look for the next Ricky Hatton, but they never do because as the song goes "There's only One Ricky Hatton! Rest in peace Champ.
I've never seen a sportsman as loved as Hatton; it breaks my heart to think how alone he must have felt in his last few moments. RIP Ricky, you will never be forgotten.
Control the booze, eat well, sleep well, get outdoors when you can, talk more. We’ll all have bad moments but a bad day isn’t a bad life. Just keep plodding on and do your best.
I would like to add that I know of people who reached out to Ricky Hatton and asked if he needed help and he always said no. Just to add some nuance to the image of Hatton. Still, it's incredibly sad. I plan to go to his funeral to say a final goodbye (if it´s possible).
He was a really nice guy. And had a great sense of humour- You could tell he was a big fan of stand up comedy and old comedy sitcoms
Well said, mate. That’s exactly it — Hatton made people feel boxing again. And that’s the second-order effect fighters like Ricky bring: the memories they give the rest of us. I lost count of the nights out watching his fights. After the Castillo win, a group of us were even debating the Vegas trip because we all knew the Mayweather fight was coming — but the money was ridiculous, so instead we booked Thailand for Christmas and held a boxing night for the fight. A lot of those people I’m no longer around these days for various reasons, but those nights, the laughs, the buzz… that’s the joy Hatton brought. Memories that last a lifetime.
Thinking of his family at this very sad time. Billy Graham has left flowers with the words, sorry I wasn't there for you. Billy it must be said will be distraught with this, I hope they both were on speaking terms before this happened.