Chris Eubank Jr. is writing the strangest memoir in boxing. Forget belts, forget rivalries — this is the saga of a man who lost a toenail and found a way to make it sound like Dunkirk. Oh, and he also managed to bulldoze through Ricky Hatton’s tribute just to keep Eddie Hearn quiet. Pure class, right?
Eddie tried to say: “Just a couple of words…” about Ricky. Before he could finish, Eubank cut him off: “No, there are no 30 seconds. You know the drill.” Hatton, gone at 46, reduced to another chapter in the Eubank grievance diary.
The Toenail Diaries: A Survivor’s Tale
And then came the confession: “I was so dehydrated one of my toenails fell off. It’s grown back halfway now.” He delivered it with the gravity of a deathbed speech. Thank God the nail’s halfway back — imagine if boxing had to cancel itself because Chris couldn’t wear sandals.
He talks about ambulances being blocked, refs against him, security plotting delays. The whole thing sounds less like a fight week and more like a school kid screaming “miss, they’re bullying me!” Except the prize is a bandaged toe.
If there’s ever a Netflix Presents: The Nail That Nearly Died, we know who’ll star. Spoiler: it isn’t Benn, because he was too busy acting like a fighter.
Eddie Finally Calls It
For once, Eddie Hearn cut through the nonsense. “You’re some ae. All I was going to do was say a few words about Ricky Hatton. I won’t say anything, you’re an ae and you talk s***.”
Then to iFL TV: “He knew what I was trying to talk about. He’s not a decent bloke. He wants to portray himself as the people’s champion but I disagree.”
On The Stomping Ground, Hearn finished the job: “The mask slipped tonight. As for not letting me say a few words about Ricky Hatton – when he knew I was trying to talk about Ricky Hatton – honestly, I can’t have this bloke.”
That’s the promoter talking like a fed-up fan. And for once, he wasn’t wrong. And behind the scenes? Eddie’s muttering about suing him. Threatening legal action after Eubank’s rants about sabotage, conspiracies, and Matchroom dirty tricks. You can tell Hearn’s fed up when he reaches for the lawyers instead of the microphone.
Benn Looked Like a Man, Eubank Looked Like a Child
Meanwhile Conor Benn showed the difference. City shirt, quiet respect, not a peep of drama. On BBC Radio 5 Live he said:
“Hatton made me feel at home when I didn’t have a home. He meant a lot to me. Very close to me and my family. He was somebody I admired as a man, he was my hero. He is my hero. It’s still hard to process now. My love to the family.”
That’s respect. That’s raw. That’s a bloke remembering his hero. And it made Eubank’s tantrum look even uglier.
Benn’s got baggage, but at least he knows how to act like a grown-up when it counts. Eubank looked like a toddler waving his foot around shouting “look what happened to me.”
Remembering Ricky Hatton
Ricky Hatton wasn’t just a fighter — he was a man who carried British boxing on his shoulders. From Manchester nights that felt like world events to Las Vegas trips where thousands followed him across the ocean, Hatton gave the sport his blood, his soul, and his pride.
He fought with his heart wide open, he laughed with the fans, and he made ordinary people believe they belonged ringside. He was more than belts, more than numbers — he was a people’s champion in the truest sense.
That’s why his passing cuts so deep. Hatton deserved respect, silence, thirty seconds, an eternity if needed.
Instead, Eubank made it about himself.
Last Updated on 09/18/2025
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