I saw Hatton fight Juan Urango in Vegas in 2007. It looked like a sloppy fight to me — I know little about boxing — but Hatton won by decision and it was plain he was a bullish, straight-ahead fighter. His fan support was tremendous.
Before and during that fight, Hatton’s fans sang again and again (and again) a song which, peculiarly, is based on the tune of “Winter Wonderland.” (“There’s only onnnnne Ricky Hatton / Onnnnnnnne Ricky Hatton / Walking along / Singing a song / Walking in a Hatton wonderland.”) Hatton joked in the paper the next day that even he got a little tired of hearing it.
25,000 British Hatton fans made it to Vegas this weekend, and the MGM Grand seats only 17,000 total. The thousands of Filipino fans were equally boisterous:
To say that the over-enthused, over-caffeinated, over-adrenalized, over-everything throng of unswayable Manny Pacquiao and Rocky Hatton partisans were an animated bunch at a sold-out MGM Grand Garden arena on Saturday night would be like calling The Beatles a rock band or Gandhi a pretty good dude: such a description would certainly ring true, but it would fail to encapsulate the frothing-at-the-mouth fervor that defined this event.
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