It’s About Time.

How often would I actually stoop to say: I TOLD YOU SO?

This often:

It was an absolute pleasure to watch the Mancunian Ricky Hatton finally prove himself on the world stage, in full, and without doubt. I’ve been following Hatton since he was just a pea in a pod, and I’ve always felt greatly respectful and completely entertained by his style, his energy, and his honorable personality. No one gave him a chance coming in (except Gary Randall), but I told my dear Tszyu Crew pals that if Ricky could withstand Kostya’s right hands, he had a very good chance of winning this fight. They told me there was not one iota of possibility. So what happened?

Hatton fought an extremely spirited, very intelligent fight, and he stuck to his game plan the *entire* time. I thought he was being trepidacious in the opening rounds, but he revealed later that he was conserving his energy, which he proved to be true by charging forward and taking the fight in the last three rounds. He nullified Kostya’s right hand by not being there when it was thrown – and never once got hit cleanly by it in the entire fight. He stayed on Tszyu’s chest and proved to be possibly more physical than the most physical man in boxing, tying him up before unleashing a punishing barrage of uppercuts and bodyshots. Ricky wouldn’t let Kostya fight dirty, and while the two men had total respect for each other, he showed Tszyu that he was just as willing to defend himself with similar tactics. Tszyu’s accuracy was never there – not because he got old overnight – but because Ricky dictated the pace of the fight and completely imposed his energy and will upon Kostya. Tszyu, as it turned out, couldn’t take the prolonged beating, and was forced to quit before the end of the fight, seeing that there was no way he could win. It was a complete victory punctuated with drama, action, and excitement.

We couldn’t ask for two more honorable, genuine, and respectful ambassadors for the sport of boxing. Their behavior leading up to and after the fight was exemplary, and while one true, die-hard champion may be leaving the sport after a thrilling, Hall of Fame career, we now have a very worthy incumbent to permanently take his place and to furnish us with years of excitement and pride. Bring on Mayweather, Harris, Gatti, Cotto – Ricky is ready after all. He always told us so.

Hatton

4 Responses to “It’s About Time.”

  1. pope_of_discord Says:
    June 6th, 2005 at 8:21 pm

    One man's hope…
    I'm wagering that you taped this one, right?
    If so, I would love to see it! I'm sorry I missed it.
    We should get together for some "Fight Night" XBox action sometime…

  2. FunkyPlaid Says:
    June 7th, 2005 at 4:46 pm

    Re: One man's hope…
    You know, I actually didn't manage to get this one taped, but I'll be getting a complete collection of Hatton's career on tape if possible, so we'll have an exciting fight-watching day very soon. And you have to see Corrales/Castillo, which is the best fight that anybody I know has ever seen, and it just took place last month.
    X-Boxing would be good! When are you free next?

  3. occular Says:
    June 9th, 2005 at 6:55 am

    strange, I was in Machester on the saturday for someones stag do… didn't know much about the right, all I knew was that there was one!

  4. FunkyPlaid Says:
    June 9th, 2005 at 9:35 am

    You'll have noticed, then, that the streets of Manchester were COMPLETELY EMPTY, because everyone was at the fight.
    Well, all the young ne'er-do-wells, anyway.
    🙂

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