'On the park. 4 O'clock' was the usual response to some handbags being thrown in the playground. It went on for years and nothing ever happened, until some fateful day when the two 'hardest lads' in the school decided to go head to head. On the park, as usual, but this time it was different. It was going to happen.
At 4 O'clock there must have been a couple of hundred boys gathered in a big group in the middle of the park, the combatants in the centre literally did'nt have enough space to swing the proverbial cat.
Excitement was at fever pitch. Blazers and ties were removed, and the big fight began.
Only it did'nt. Just as the first punches were being thrown, an old lady about 5 feet tall waded through the crowd demanding to know what stupidity was going on, and sent us all home!
This happened about 1971 or '72.
The Big Fight, scuppered by an old lady. Oh well.
Usually, fights in the playground were a couple of punches, someone bottled it, and it was over.
Someone had a go at me in the bike shed once, I don't remember why, but I threw a few punches and he stopped when he realised blood was coming out of his nose. He stopped, I stopped, I got my bike out and went home.
The following morning, a teacher came up to me and asked me if we had a problem, they could set up a boxing ring and we could do it properly.
I said it was nothing, and I was'nt bothered about it.
No one was tooled up in those days, and gangs did'nt exist. I had a few fights at school, it was impossible to avoid. You fought your corner, and when it was over, you became the best of mates or you completely ignored each other.