"Don't take the mickey. I used to be British Middleweight champ," slurred Tony, a mixture of drink and brain damage.
"Yeah, and I'm Ricky Hatton," mocked a young man. He and his friends burst out laughing.
The young man fell like a stone. Tony instantly regretted his actions; this was a long way from cheering crowds and being held aloft as a hero.
Tony was unshaven, overweight, a mere ghost of his glory years and had been forced to retire due to too many heavy punches.
Tony hoped "Ricky Hatton" would recover, there was no laughter anymore in the grimy pub.
"Yeah, and I'm Ricky Hatton," mocked a young man. He and his friends burst out laughing.
The young man fell like a stone. Tony instantly regretted his actions; this was a long way from cheering crowds and being held aloft as a hero.
Tony was unshaven, overweight, a mere ghost of his glory years and had been forced to retire due to too many heavy punches.
Tony hoped "Ricky Hatton" would recover, there was no laughter anymore in the grimy pub.
