Sporting Lunch

Went to the new Wembley Stadium earlier in the week for a sporting celebrity lunch.

Food was shit, but I ran into Alan Hansen in the toilet and told him he was a cunt.

Good times.

Wishful thinking

This weekend I stayed up to watch the much hyped Hatton-Mayweather fight. So hyped in fact, that Britain as a whole seemed to believe that Hatton could win, that he was in fact a world-class boxer.

Bearing in mind that I find something likeable about Ricky Hatton (and that I truly, genuinely prayed for the untimely death of Floyd Mayweather on a 100% personal basis), I cannot jump on the 'ref was shit' bandwagon.

Yes, Cortez exhibited poor judgement throughout most of the fight. Yes, everything was dictated in such a way to play to the American's strengths. However, all things being equal...Mayweather is unfortunately one of the finest boxers ever to enter the ring, whereas Hatton is an angry little Manc scrapper with a decent bodyshot.

The fight was decided in the first round, where Mayweather established that Hatton couldn't maul him up close. It was like Tyson-Lewis all over again, a total mismatch that should never have been.

All credit to Hatton, stepping up a weight against such opposition. Make no mistake, Ricky has bollocks of steel. If only he had been classy enough to give that cunt some brain damage.