RICKY Hatton’s mum quoted the lyrics of Chumbawumba; Floyd Mayweather made up his own lyrics to Winter Wonderland. Is someone trying to turn Hatton v Mayweather into a musical?
Don’t scoff; there’s money to be made in that direction, as anyone who has ever captured even a glimpse of the vomit-fest of implausibly perky teenagers that is High School Musical will tell you.
When I heard Carol Hatton react to the first defeat of her son’s incredible boxing career by referencing the chorus of ‘Tubthumping’, I began to visualise a touring stage show. “He got knocked down, but he got up again,” said Mrs Hatton. “It’s like that song, isn’t it?”
When I later heard Mayweather go all Perry Como and improvise his own version of Winter Wonderland, I could actually see Broadway beckoning.
He sang: “There’s only one Mayweather. There’s only one Mayweather. He talks the talk, and he walks the walk, walking to the money land.” Admittedly, the improvisation was a little wobbly, and it did feel as if all that was missing was Richard Vranch at the piano and an invitation from Clive Anderson to read the end credits in the style of his choosing.
But isn’t it obvious now, 18 hours after Mayweather’s victory, where all this is leading? The glamour of the five-leg promotional tour (Los Angeles, New York, Grand Rapids, London, Manchester) in September, the drama of the pre-fight press conference last Wednesday, when the two fighters threatened to come to blows. Hatton even had a band accompanying him at that head-to-head, for goodness sake!
Every development points towards a Hatton-Mayweather musical, coming to the main theatre in your town next summer.
Mayweather has already indicated that he is bored with boxing, and may retire now. He likes being a bit of an entertainer, judging by his singing, his verbal put-downs and his appearance on Dancing With The Stars. He sings, he dances – he’s perfect for musicals!
Hatton is talking about carrying on with his boxing career, but even his mum has told him to pack it in at 30 – and he’s 29 now. His rise from Hyde hero to international superstar (while retaining his down-to-earth humour) is a rags-to-riches story tailor-made for an 18-week run at the Palace Theatre!
You think I’m joking, don’t you? Well, let me tell you this, if someone can write a successful play about the ghost of Brian Clough, then anything is possible. And Hatton v Mayweather: The Musical should be a breeze to put together. I shall be claiming royalties when it happens…