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Hatton V Mayweather.
From Mark Staniforth in Las Vegas.

Ouch. It's all over. Hatton, like so many of his supporters sprawled around the MGM Grand Garden bars in the early hours of a headache-inducing Sunday morning, ended the week flat on his back.

There was no shame in Hatton's defeat. He was simply beaten by the master. To their credit, Hatton's fans accepted the fact and came round to giving Mayweather a round of applause. 

But what a week. It was just the sort of seamless promotion you would come to expect from Oscar De La Hoya, with his gleaming million-dollar smile and acute sense of business.

If you had been fortunate enough to hang around the main media centre in the build-up to one of the biggest fights of this generation, you would have found yourself with a virtual pound-for-pound list of photo opportunities. 

De La Hoya. Bernard Hopkins. Joe Calzaghe. Juan Manuel Marquez. Miguel Cotto. Shane Mosley. Winky Wright. Juan Manuel Marquez. Oh, not forgetting Sugar Ray Leonard and Lennox Lewis. 

They were available to take tea and chew the fat. Most of them, surprisingly, had tipped Hatton to win. Perhaps they too were limbering up for a future fight with the Manchester ‘Hit Man'. 

Outside Hatton's fans clogged the maze-like corridors of one of the biggest hotels in the world, turning it into a little corner of Manchester albeit with extra slot machines and a little more neon.

In the midst of the light blue invasion, Mayweather's supporters were a little harder to come by. Wisely they kept their distance, secure in the knowledge that their man would do their business at the bell. 

It was an ugly but intriguing fight. Thankfully Hatton's corner kept the cuts at bay and allowed it to play out to its logical conclusion. Hatton scraped himself up off the canvas and paid tribute to his vanquished foe.

Hatton was not the only Mancunian who woke up on Sunday morning with a sore head. At least £10million buys a lot of aspirins. The dream is over. But a lot of people will be sleeping restlessly on the long flight home.