BlueMoonRisin’
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I had about 8 fights in secondary school and only lost one. It was against my mate who was about 6"shorter than me but he was game against most lads our age. As we were fighting he pushed me against some mesh rebar and it knocked the stuffing out of me, he then took his opportunity to finish me off. Next time I saw him he said he didn't want any trouble thinking I'd want revenge but I said I'd rather be mates so we shook hands.
I used to be on the school hockey team and we always had trouble against Bacup and Rawtenstall Grammar School. One game I got deliberately whacked on the hand by a stick. Straight away I knew I'd broken fingers but I was so mad I chased him round the field trying to get revenge. He was too fast but I got him next game. I asked the PE teacher if I could bully off and to my surprise he agreed. I struck his stick 3 times then smashed my stick into his ankle, the mardy **** was howling like a baby. Mind you I'd just broken his ankle! Lol. Game was abandoned after that and I got off with it as the teacher knew he broke two fingers and fractured another.
I wasn't cock of my school but fighting definitely gained me respect. My dad was a hard man and taught me how to fight. Said he was cock of his school in Newton Heath but wasn't boasting about being. I remember him saying to me, - "son, never be a bully or be bullied". Wise words dad!. He taught me how to fight and look after myself teaching me a few judo moves which came in handy.
We lived on a fairly rough council estate so I had to look after myself or be bullied. I remember we played cricket with a bat made from a pallet slat and a tennis ball. Stumps was a concrete bollard. I started arguing with a lad and it led to a fight. My next door neighbours either side of me were encouraging him to batter me and because I felt intimidated I lost. I walked in the house snivelling with a bloody nose and my dad could tell I'd just lost a fight so he told me to go back and sort him out and not come home till I did. They were all there still so I picked up the bat and walked up to him then I smashed it into his arm breaking it. He started crying and run off. I then told my elder neighbours not to ever try and bully me or I'd sort them out. They never did.
I've had a few fights in my adulthood but I think the last one was in my early twenties and I'm 61 now. I wouldn't like another fight but if push came to shove and all that I'd give it my best shot.
I used to be on the school hockey team and we always had trouble against Bacup and Rawtenstall Grammar School. One game I got deliberately whacked on the hand by a stick. Straight away I knew I'd broken fingers but I was so mad I chased him round the field trying to get revenge. He was too fast but I got him next game. I asked the PE teacher if I could bully off and to my surprise he agreed. I struck his stick 3 times then smashed my stick into his ankle, the mardy **** was howling like a baby. Mind you I'd just broken his ankle! Lol. Game was abandoned after that and I got off with it as the teacher knew he broke two fingers and fractured another.
I wasn't cock of my school but fighting definitely gained me respect. My dad was a hard man and taught me how to fight. Said he was cock of his school in Newton Heath but wasn't boasting about being. I remember him saying to me, - "son, never be a bully or be bullied". Wise words dad!. He taught me how to fight and look after myself teaching me a few judo moves which came in handy.
We lived on a fairly rough council estate so I had to look after myself or be bullied. I remember we played cricket with a bat made from a pallet slat and a tennis ball. Stumps was a concrete bollard. I started arguing with a lad and it led to a fight. My next door neighbours either side of me were encouraging him to batter me and because I felt intimidated I lost. I walked in the house snivelling with a bloody nose and my dad could tell I'd just lost a fight so he told me to go back and sort him out and not come home till I did. They were all there still so I picked up the bat and walked up to him then I smashed it into his arm breaking it. He started crying and run off. I then told my elder neighbours not to ever try and bully me or I'd sort them out. They never did.
I've had a few fights in my adulthood but I think the last one was in my early twenties and I'm 61 now. I wouldn't like another fight but if push came to shove and all that I'd give it my best shot.