Ricky Hatton: The heart and soul behind a boxing wonderland - P29
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By Tris Dixon
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September 25, 2025
Source: Boxing Scene
For Ricky, it was Oasis, a brew, Manchester City and a Guinness. It was Blue Moon, boxing and a full English breakfast. It was holidays in Tenerife, spending time with his friends and wearing shit shirts. It was the simplest pleasure that made him happiest and gave him the most comfort.
Manchester City was in his blood.
On that horrible Sunday earlier this month, Manchester City manager Pep Guardiola fought back tears, but thousands could not.
Ricky passed his City passion down to his son, Campbell, who I remember as a small boy kicking a football around in Ricky’s back garden pretending he was the great City midfielder Yaya Toure.
Since then, Campbell’s own career as a pro has come and gone, and Ricky had not initially wanted him to fight. But he saw Campbell’s passion and persistence and later told me, “He loves it, and I think he can do a bit, you know?”
Then, after Campbell had scored a bodyshot finish just like Ricky used to, I messaged Ricky, “Bloody hell, I know it’s been said about a chip off the block, but…”
“Yeah mate,” Ricky replied. “Bit by bit he’s getting there.”
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