A great loss to the Boxing World 13/9/2025

A great loss to the Boxing World 13/9/2025

I’m so sorry to hear this — Ricky “The Hitman” Hatton is gone, at 46 — it hurts, doesn’t it. As a boxing fan, I feel the loss deep in the chest.

He wasn’t just a fighter: he was our fighter. He carried every punch, every setback, every triumph in his blood and bone — the roar of the crowd, the weight of expectation, the love from the stands. He gave us moments. Kostya Tszyu in Manchester. Every time he lit up the ring he made us believe.

And yet, outside the ropes, Ricky fought too. With his demons. With his heart. With nights too dark to name. He spoke about depression, addiction — things many of us see but few have the courage to voice. That made him more than a champion in gloves — he was brave in all his broken parts.

Today I grieve for the warrior, but also for the man. For his family. For his friends. For every fan who ever shouted his name. In his peak, The Hitman stood tallest. In his struggle, he stood human.

My condolences to everyone who loved him. May we remember him in every punch thrown forward, every round fought, every veteran’s voice telling the story. Rest now, Ricky. You gave us more than fights. You gave us hope.

Ricky Hatton, 46, found dead at home in Greater Manchester Uk

Ricky Hatton Poem

Ricky Hatton you stood in the ring with the weight of a city behind you.

You carried Manchester in your fists, in your heart, in the sweat that fell under the lights.

Every cheer lifted you higher, every blow reminded us of your courage.

You were more than a boxer, you were a fighter of spirit, a man who gave his all.

I remember the nights when the crowd roared so loud the roof seemed to tremble.

You came forward with that fearless walk, gloves raised, ready for whatever stood in front of you.

Every punch you threw carried belief, carried pride, carried the voices of those who loved you.

In victory you gave joy, in defeat you gave honesty, and both made us proud.

Beyond the ring you battled struggles that no referee could stop.

You showed the world that even champions can hurt, that strength is not only in the body but in the will to go on.

You spoke of pain, of darkness, of the fights that cannot be seen.

That honesty made you human, and in being human you became even greater.

Today the news of your passing at just forty six leaves a silence that words cannot fill.

We think of your family, your friends, and every fan who ever called your name.

The sorrow is heavy, yet the memories are stronger.

We remember the nights you gave us, the pride you gave us, the spirit you shared.

Ricky, you were not only The Hitman, you were heart and soul.

You taught us that it is not the fall that defines us but the way we rise again.

You taught us that even in pain there can be courage, even in struggle there can be hope.

Your story is now part of ours, carried in every cheer, every chant, every round that follows.

Rest in peace, Ricky Hatton.

You will be remembered not only for the belts and the battles, but for the man you were.

Your legacy will live on in the voices of those who loved you, and in the spirit of every fighter who dares to step forward.