Ricky found Hatton dead in 46

Boxing world was ground. Ricky Hatton, Tagorte, Block who took Manchester’s noise to Las Vegas and returning, was found dead at his home in Hyde. It was only 46.

The police were called to the Bowlacre Road road in Gee Cross early Sunday morning, when a body was discovered at 6:45 am, Manchester Police confirmed the death, and according to Manchester Evening NewsIt is not dealt with as suspicious. GMP editor: “We can confirm that we have found a corpse on a title on the Bowlacre Road Road at Gee Cross at 6:45 am today, Sunday, September 14th. The death is not treated as suspicious.”

A fighter who left the world sees his scars

The truth is said, Ricky was not just another world champion. He definitely fought for belts, but he also fought himself. Talk directly about the darkest things – drugs, drugs, depression, even attempts to commit suicide. Most of them may hide it. He did not. He put it, raw, because this is what it was.

Just months away, he was talking about another run, a final battle in December. That little spark to return, and now this news – you feel harsh. Like life, it slipped in a low blow, no one has seen coming.

Lover, defective, and always for us

Inside the ropes, Haton Manchester was pure. Fierce, scrappy, unnecessary. He accumulated international titles, took a fighter from the year in 2015, gave us nights abroad, as the British seized Vigas, half -liter and all. If you are there, you will never forget the sound. Thousands of fans link the “blue moon” until their throat went. Carry it with him in every fight.

It was not polished. It was not perfect. For this reason it matters. He was one of us – a boy, a boy who arrived at the top but still seems that he could return to any bar in Hyde and buy his own tour.

Ricky Hatton had reached 47 next month. He went very little, but he left something behind him that a belt cannot measure. Nights, memories and feeling that a child from the road can really fight the world.

Boxing lost one suitable. Manchester lost his son. We have a lot – we lost Ricky.

Cheers, hero. Always ours.