Anyone got into a fight?
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Pleased to say no fight in over 36 years. I made myself a promise after the last one aged around 20 that I never would again. In my youth and school days I was known as "snapper".....proper red head lose it kind of lad. Never started a fight but ended a few. I used to fly into a rage...total red mist, uncontrollable. The proper "hard" lads stayed away from me for most of my school days because of it which worked in my favour mostly as I had a very visible fight in school aged around 14 that ended up with me nearly being expelled & the other lad in a bit of a state (at the time he was thought to be one of the "hard" ones)
The last fight happened when I was 20 (threatened by someone else), and my mates had to drag me off....and it shook them up as they hadn't seen this "side of me" at that time. I ended the night crying and being comforted by friends as it scared me so much. I vowed to gain control of the "Mr Hyde" that lay below the surface and proud to say I did. I had zero control in that mind state and would do anything and everything to "win", no conscious control of my actions and I didn't remember half of it afterwards. It scared the s
t out of me as an adult on what I might have done or might happen to me...and luckily I've never been tested in my adult life with anyone threatening me or my family that I couldn't avoid or walk away from.....long may it last .... though I'm probably too old and weak now to do anybody but myself damage !
The last fight happened when I was 20 (threatened by someone else), and my mates had to drag me off....and it shook them up as they hadn't seen this "side of me" at that time. I ended the night crying and being comforted by friends as it scared me so much. I vowed to gain control of the "Mr Hyde" that lay below the surface and proud to say I did. I had zero control in that mind state and would do anything and everything to "win", no conscious control of my actions and I didn't remember half of it afterwards. It scared the s
t out of me as an adult on what I might have done or might happen to me...and luckily I've never been tested in my adult life with anyone threatening me or my family that I couldn't avoid or walk away from.....long may it last .... though I'm probably too old and weak now to do anybody but myself damage ! Heaveho said:
I got the st kicked out of me in unprovoked attacks by groups of people more than once in my teens, once for being from a different school to them, , and once for liking the wrong music. Fractured eye socket from the first one. I went from being a timid kid scared of everything, to throwing the first punch rather than waiting to get hurt.
I was playing for a pub football team 6 years later and recognised one of the lads that had attacked me first time round who was playing for the opposition. I got sent off for headbutting him. Claret everywhere, very satisfying, justice done.
The rest of my team were stunned as obviously they didn't know the history and I'd never even been booked before that.
Well done. (No sarcasm, I do mean well done).t kicked out of me in unprovoked attacks by groups of people more than once in my teens, once for being from a different school to them, , and once for liking the wrong music. Fractured eye socket from the first one. I went from being a timid kid scared of everything, to throwing the first punch rather than waiting to get hurt.I was playing for a pub football team 6 years later and recognised one of the lads that had attacked me first time round who was playing for the opposition. I got sent off for headbutting him. Claret everywhere, very satisfying, justice done.
The rest of my team were stunned as obviously they didn't know the history and I'd never even been booked before that.
I f
king hate bullies and blowhards and have enjoyed many happy years of pissing on their bonfire.I've a pal whose son is SF. An argument in a pub looked like it was going to kick off; son put his hand on one bloke's shoulder, saying "look I'm sure we can sort this out peacefully". He was using some sort of pressure point and the other chap just collapsed to the floor.
It took the wind out of everyone's sails, and the belligerent ones melted away.
Great to watch, and I really wish I had those skills.
It took the wind out of everyone's sails, and the belligerent ones melted away.
Great to watch, and I really wish I had those skills.
You know when you’re old: you think I wish I could have said, done that when I was a kid to give myself advice ???
Best thing that happened to me was changing schools and going to a fancy private school at 13. Up to then I’d had here and there a miserable time at middle school. I was top of all the sets, nerdy: or maybe schoolwork was too easy……. But a fighter I wasn’t.
So I start at fancy new school. A proper rugby playing place. Many kids had been there since prep school and me and a few others are newbies.
But I said to myself, this is a new start. I’m not being bullied again. We did loads of extra curricular stuff. I was walking back alone from the swimming pool one night.
3 lads jump me and start on me. To their surprise, I beat the living daylights out of the ringleader. I don’t know how but it was enough to cement my reputation and be left alone. Then I started growing up, shot up in height etc. stayed well out of it.
Decades later and my last fight…. I used to row in a men’s eight. I used to train really hard 5 days a week. Think of all that arm, chest work pulling a blade etc. Stamina and fitness I was absolutely bouncing with health !!!
After a few beers in a local town, queuing for a taxi, 3 lads thought they’d shove me out of the way in the taxi queue
I dropped the first one , lifted/smacked the other by the neck hard against a stone wall. The other bricked himself and did one.
Having said that I immediately jumped in the taxi and we did one. I’m not a fighter and the wise man runs away. It’s just on that night three idiots picked on a really fit man.
Best thing that happened to me was changing schools and going to a fancy private school at 13. Up to then I’d had here and there a miserable time at middle school. I was top of all the sets, nerdy: or maybe schoolwork was too easy……. But a fighter I wasn’t.
So I start at fancy new school. A proper rugby playing place. Many kids had been there since prep school and me and a few others are newbies.
But I said to myself, this is a new start. I’m not being bullied again. We did loads of extra curricular stuff. I was walking back alone from the swimming pool one night.
3 lads jump me and start on me. To their surprise, I beat the living daylights out of the ringleader. I don’t know how but it was enough to cement my reputation and be left alone. Then I started growing up, shot up in height etc. stayed well out of it.
Decades later and my last fight…. I used to row in a men’s eight. I used to train really hard 5 days a week. Think of all that arm, chest work pulling a blade etc. Stamina and fitness I was absolutely bouncing with health !!!
After a few beers in a local town, queuing for a taxi, 3 lads thought they’d shove me out of the way in the taxi queue
I dropped the first one , lifted/smacked the other by the neck hard against a stone wall. The other bricked himself and did one.
Having said that I immediately jumped in the taxi and we did one. I’m not a fighter and the wise man runs away. It’s just on that night three idiots picked on a really fit man.
austinsmirk said:
You know when you’re old: you think I wish I could have said, done that when I was a kid to give myself advice ???
Best thing that happened to me was changing schools and going to a fancy private school at 13. Up to then I’d had here and there a miserable time at middle school. I was top of all the sets, nerdy: or maybe schoolwork was too easy……. But a fighter I wasn’t.
So I start at fancy new school. A proper rugby playing place. Many kids had been there since prep school and me and a few others are newbies.
But I said to myself, this is a new start. I’m not being bullied again. We did loads of extra curricular stuff. I was walking back alone from the swimming pool one night.
3 lads jump me and start on me. To their surprise, I beat the living daylights out of the ringleader. I don’t know how but it was enough to cement my reputation and be left alone. Then I started growing up, shot up in height etc. stayed well out of it.
Decades later and my last fight…. I used to row in a men’s eight. I used to train really hard 5 days a week. Think of all that arm, chest work pulling a blade etc. Stamina and fitness I was absolutely bouncing with health !!!
After a few beers in a local town, queuing for a taxi, 3 lads thought they’d shove me out of the way in the taxi queue
I dropped the first one , lifted/smacked the other by the neck hard against a stone wall. The other bricked himself and did one.
Having said that I immediately jumped in the taxi and we did one. I’m not a fighter and the wise man runs away. It’s just on that night three idiots picked on a really fit man.
Best thing that happened to me was changing schools and going to a fancy private school at 13. Up to then I’d had here and there a miserable time at middle school. I was top of all the sets, nerdy: or maybe schoolwork was too easy……. But a fighter I wasn’t.
So I start at fancy new school. A proper rugby playing place. Many kids had been there since prep school and me and a few others are newbies.
But I said to myself, this is a new start. I’m not being bullied again. We did loads of extra curricular stuff. I was walking back alone from the swimming pool one night.
3 lads jump me and start on me. To their surprise, I beat the living daylights out of the ringleader. I don’t know how but it was enough to cement my reputation and be left alone. Then I started growing up, shot up in height etc. stayed well out of it.
Decades later and my last fight…. I used to row in a men’s eight. I used to train really hard 5 days a week. Think of all that arm, chest work pulling a blade etc. Stamina and fitness I was absolutely bouncing with health !!!
After a few beers in a local town, queuing for a taxi, 3 lads thought they’d shove me out of the way in the taxi queue
I dropped the first one , lifted/smacked the other by the neck hard against a stone wall. The other bricked himself and did one.
Having said that I immediately jumped in the taxi and we did one. I’m not a fighter and the wise man runs away. It’s just on that night three idiots picked on a really fit man.
I sometime have the urge to give someone a pasting... A few things stop me.
I have alot to lose. Job being a key factor. Often people looking for fights and acting like prats have less to lose.
There's always someone bigger stronger or harder than you- or tooled up. Its not so easy to tell who. We all have a tendancy to think we're harder than we are...
The moment of anger usually passes quickly if you allow it and then you move on with your life.
I do a job where you experience some physical agression and lots of verbal aggression. I avoid this at all costs outside of work, but I also think that it can allow you to respond more calmly and assertively in potentially threatening situations which can stop people in their tracks.
I think the only situation I'd get into a fight nowadays would be if the risk to myself or others outweighed what I have to lose, these sorts of situations don't seem to occur for most people regularly if at all.
I have alot to lose. Job being a key factor. Often people looking for fights and acting like prats have less to lose.
There's always someone bigger stronger or harder than you- or tooled up. Its not so easy to tell who. We all have a tendancy to think we're harder than we are...
The moment of anger usually passes quickly if you allow it and then you move on with your life.
I do a job where you experience some physical agression and lots of verbal aggression. I avoid this at all costs outside of work, but I also think that it can allow you to respond more calmly and assertively in potentially threatening situations which can stop people in their tracks.
I think the only situation I'd get into a fight nowadays would be if the risk to myself or others outweighed what I have to lose, these sorts of situations don't seem to occur for most people regularly if at all.
I used to enjoy a scrap in my younger days but as I've got older I would prefer to walk away.
My last was in 2007 on boxing day. I had been out on a day sesh with friends and decided I'd had enough so walked home. It was a fair walk to be honest (around 5 miles) so I called my girlfriend at the time (who is now my wife of 11 years). While I'm on the phone I notice some chavvy looking lad walking the other way waving his arms around at me and shouting some nonsense. I hung up the phone as I knew something was going to happen. Chavvy lad starts barrelling towards me with his swagger on. I knew exactly what he was about to do - I'd never met the guy before and he was obviously wound up about something so decided to use me as his punch bag. I waited till he was close and just lamped him as hard as I could dropping him to the floor. Wierdly timed my mates pulled up in a taxi next to me and I jumped in. Still have no idea what it was all about but I'd been in enough situations to know what the next chapter was going to be. I guess given the same situation I'd do the same again but it tends not to happen anymore. I think when you're in your 40's people just don't bother you anymore unless I've been lucky!
My last was in 2007 on boxing day. I had been out on a day sesh with friends and decided I'd had enough so walked home. It was a fair walk to be honest (around 5 miles) so I called my girlfriend at the time (who is now my wife of 11 years). While I'm on the phone I notice some chavvy looking lad walking the other way waving his arms around at me and shouting some nonsense. I hung up the phone as I knew something was going to happen. Chavvy lad starts barrelling towards me with his swagger on. I knew exactly what he was about to do - I'd never met the guy before and he was obviously wound up about something so decided to use me as his punch bag. I waited till he was close and just lamped him as hard as I could dropping him to the floor. Wierdly timed my mates pulled up in a taxi next to me and I jumped in. Still have no idea what it was all about but I'd been in enough situations to know what the next chapter was going to be. I guess given the same situation I'd do the same again but it tends not to happen anymore. I think when you're in your 40's people just don't bother you anymore unless I've been lucky!
8IKERDAVE said:
I used to enjoy a scrap in my younger days but as I've got older I would prefer to walk away.
My last was in 2007 on boxing day. I had been out on a day sesh with friends and decided I'd had enough so walked home. It was a fair walk to be honest (around 5 miles) so I called my girlfriend at the time (who is now my wife of 11 years). While I'm on the phone I notice some chavvy looking lad walking the other way waving his arms around at me and shouting some nonsense. I hung up the phone as I knew something was going to happen. Chavvy lad starts barrelling towards me with his swagger on. I knew exactly what he was about to do - I'd never met the guy before and he was obviously wound up about something so decided to use me as his punch bag. I waited till he was close and just lamped him as hard as I could dropping him to the floor. Wierdly timed my mates pulled up in a taxi next to me and I jumped in. Still have no idea what it was all about but I'd been in enough situations to know what the next chapter was going to be. I guess given the same situation I'd do the same again but it tends not to happen anymore. I think when you're in your 40's people just don't bother you anymore unless I've been lucky!
That was ME - you had a big bee on your shoulder and I was about to brush it off......My last was in 2007 on boxing day. I had been out on a day sesh with friends and decided I'd had enough so walked home. It was a fair walk to be honest (around 5 miles) so I called my girlfriend at the time (who is now my wife of 11 years). While I'm on the phone I notice some chavvy looking lad walking the other way waving his arms around at me and shouting some nonsense. I hung up the phone as I knew something was going to happen. Chavvy lad starts barrelling towards me with his swagger on. I knew exactly what he was about to do - I'd never met the guy before and he was obviously wound up about something so decided to use me as his punch bag. I waited till he was close and just lamped him as hard as I could dropping him to the floor. Wierdly timed my mates pulled up in a taxi next to me and I jumped in. Still have no idea what it was all about but I'd been in enough situations to know what the next chapter was going to be. I guess given the same situation I'd do the same again but it tends not to happen anymore. I think when you're in your 40's people just don't bother you anymore unless I've been lucky!
Caddyshack said:
8IKERDAVE said:
I used to enjoy a scrap in my younger days but as I've got older I would prefer to walk away.
My last was in 2007 on boxing day. I had been out on a day sesh with friends and decided I'd had enough so walked home. It was a fair walk to be honest (around 5 miles) so I called my girlfriend at the time (who is now my wife of 11 years). While I'm on the phone I notice some chavvy looking lad walking the other way waving his arms around at me and shouting some nonsense. I hung up the phone as I knew something was going to happen. Chavvy lad starts barrelling towards me with his swagger on. I knew exactly what he was about to do - I'd never met the guy before and he was obviously wound up about something so decided to use me as his punch bag. I waited till he was close and just lamped him as hard as I could dropping him to the floor. Wierdly timed my mates pulled up in a taxi next to me and I jumped in. Still have no idea what it was all about but I'd been in enough situations to know what the next chapter was going to be. I guess given the same situation I'd do the same again but it tends not to happen anymore. I think when you're in your 40's people just don't bother you anymore unless I've been lucky!
That was ME - you had a big bee on your shoulder and I was about to brush it off......My last was in 2007 on boxing day. I had been out on a day sesh with friends and decided I'd had enough so walked home. It was a fair walk to be honest (around 5 miles) so I called my girlfriend at the time (who is now my wife of 11 years). While I'm on the phone I notice some chavvy looking lad walking the other way waving his arms around at me and shouting some nonsense. I hung up the phone as I knew something was going to happen. Chavvy lad starts barrelling towards me with his swagger on. I knew exactly what he was about to do - I'd never met the guy before and he was obviously wound up about something so decided to use me as his punch bag. I waited till he was close and just lamped him as hard as I could dropping him to the floor. Wierdly timed my mates pulled up in a taxi next to me and I jumped in. Still have no idea what it was all about but I'd been in enough situations to know what the next chapter was going to be. I guess given the same situation I'd do the same again but it tends not to happen anymore. I think when you're in your 40's people just don't bother you anymore unless I've been lucky!
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