got a three alternative fight stories from my youth all of which ended bizzarely:
1) fourth week of secondary school, everyone knew that this lad in the fourth year was c*ck of the school so being first years we were all terified of him. Turns out he was after kicking the sh*t out of my mate but couldn't find him so one lunch time he grabs me by the shoulders and starts shaking me demanding to know where my mate was. I panicked and brought my knee straight up into his gentleman's gentleman and legged it. Spent the next three weeks hiding from him with rumours flying round the school about what he was going to do to me when he caught up with me. Anyway he did finally catch up with me and I was expecting to be eating through a straw but no, he grabbed my hand, shook it and said "you're alright mate".
2) 16 or 17 out with a couple of mates in Oldham on new years eve. Group of three lads walking the other way as they get close one of them opens with "what size shoes are you", being a little worse for drink I say "what" and the next thing I know one of thems taking a swing at my face. One of my mates was famous for running away at the first sign of trouble and legged it, the other also legs it because he doesn't want to be caught underage drunk as he's planning on becoming a doctor and can't have anything on a criminal record.
I manage to dodge the punch but at the same time slip on the ice and go down, get booted in the face and think "I'm going to die, how do I stop this?". Fuzzy logic suggests grab hold of his leg on the next kick so he can't kick anymore, then I left holding onto his leg while his other mates are still kicking me. So I decide to bite his shin, drew blood and and they all run off.
3) 25 walking home from Christmas eve out in Oldham, absolutely wasted, you have to go over a bridge over the bypass. As I'm approaching the bridge spot a gang of 7 or 8 hoodies lurking on it, think "sh*t" and decide that the best approach is to open communications so I give it all the "merry Christmas", you lads having a good night etc, tell them I'm wasted and walking home, even went as far as pretending I didn't know the way and they gave me directions. Hooray I'm alive carry on walking. 200 yards down the road this bloke gets chucked out of a taxi, decide to take the same approach and ask him if he's alright. He gets all agreesive and starts demanding money. I start walking away only looking back when he declares he's going to "fu*king stick" me. As I look back I see the hoodies from the bridge leaping on his back and beating him to a bloody pulp, I must have been drunk cos' I just shouted "thanks lads" and wandered off!
1) fourth week of secondary school, everyone knew that this lad in the fourth year was c*ck of the school so being first years we were all terified of him. Turns out he was after kicking the sh*t out of my mate but couldn't find him so one lunch time he grabs me by the shoulders and starts shaking me demanding to know where my mate was. I panicked and brought my knee straight up into his gentleman's gentleman and legged it. Spent the next three weeks hiding from him with rumours flying round the school about what he was going to do to me when he caught up with me. Anyway he did finally catch up with me and I was expecting to be eating through a straw but no, he grabbed my hand, shook it and said "you're alright mate".
2) 16 or 17 out with a couple of mates in Oldham on new years eve. Group of three lads walking the other way as they get close one of them opens with "what size shoes are you", being a little worse for drink I say "what" and the next thing I know one of thems taking a swing at my face. One of my mates was famous for running away at the first sign of trouble and legged it, the other also legs it because he doesn't want to be caught underage drunk as he's planning on becoming a doctor and can't have anything on a criminal record.
I manage to dodge the punch but at the same time slip on the ice and go down, get booted in the face and think "I'm going to die, how do I stop this?". Fuzzy logic suggests grab hold of his leg on the next kick so he can't kick anymore, then I left holding onto his leg while his other mates are still kicking me. So I decide to bite his shin, drew blood and and they all run off.
3) 25 walking home from Christmas eve out in Oldham, absolutely wasted, you have to go over a bridge over the bypass. As I'm approaching the bridge spot a gang of 7 or 8 hoodies lurking on it, think "sh*t" and decide that the best approach is to open communications so I give it all the "merry Christmas", you lads having a good night etc, tell them I'm wasted and walking home, even went as far as pretending I didn't know the way and they gave me directions. Hooray I'm alive carry on walking. 200 yards down the road this bloke gets chucked out of a taxi, decide to take the same approach and ask him if he's alright. He gets all agreesive and starts demanding money. I start walking away only looking back when he declares he's going to "fu*king stick" me. As I look back I see the hoodies from the bridge leaping on his back and beating him to a bloody pulp, I must have been drunk cos' I just shouted "thanks lads" and wandered off!