Ricky Hatton at the press conference promoting his upcoming fight with Floyd Mayweather…
A few days later the promotional circus finally reaches Manchester via the US; by now, the tension between the two is real. After going nose-to-nose in LA, with Mayweather whispering more sour nothings to him (“I wish I was in prison with you, so I could fuck you”), Hatton counterpunches on live TV: “I’ve missed my six-year-old son for a week, but not as much as you’d think because I’ve had the fortune to spend the full week with another fucking six-year-old.” (The embarrassed Sky presenter explains that the boxers have been under a lot of pressure and apologises for the language.)
(Hatton continues…) “If my dad was on this stage with me now, the first thing that would go through your mind is how has this man produced a fucking world champion. He’s about five foot tall. He’s the only man I’ve known with a full-length photo for his passport. It looks like he just fell off a fuckin’ keyring. Honest. He could hang-glide off a Dorito. God knows I love him, but I don’t like midgets. I had a girlfriend leave me for a midget once. I never thought anyone would stoop that low… Me mum is a different story. I love her more than anyone on the face of this earth, but the best way I could describe my mum to you is… a fuckin’ monster. That’s where the left hook comes from. She’s frightening, my mum. Scary. Her Rice Krispies in the morning don’t go, ‘Snap, crackle, pop’, they go, ‘Ssshhh, she’s fuckin’ coming.’”
From this Observer article http://www.guardian.co.uk/weekend/story/0,,2210856,00.html - worth a read.