Not myself, but a friend and his boss.
Down in old South Wales there is a quite well known major steelworks company who own a few sites, and one of me mates (who I will refer to as "J") and his 6 foot 5 co-worker "A" were under the supervision of the Bastard Manager "BM". They both work shifts along with a few others in their department, and all was well until this cunt turned up and started cutting alot of corners.

J and A both got lots of hassle and harrasment from BM for pretty much anything he could find, right down to changing the rota at the last possible second, making them work days off for free etc etc, really making their life miserable as feck.

But whatever the score, the real reason I'm typing this and hopefully the main reason why you guys haven't flaked out while reading this yet is for what is about to come.

The burly A had a hobbie outside of work which was rugby. Being a giant of a man he's had no problems fitting in with his team and has earned quite alot of respect from the rest of the squad through the lots of matches he's participated in. One particular Sunday morning however A hit the jackpot.

There, before him and his team, standing on the pitch, was the opposition. Who was with them and standing there looking rather nervously up at A? Bastard Manager, filling his pants.

"Oh fuck yes, that one's mine" said A to the rest of his team, who all nodded and smiled.It was also just loud enough so that BM could here it, who could only look at A and whimper.

Apparently what happened over the next 80 minutes was nothing short of ABH. As soon as BM had the ball, A would sprint like fuck at him and bull-charge the fucker into next week. Deliberate fouls, being dropped on his neck a few times and thrown off the pitch due to one tackle, BM actually didn't raise his voice once to A and just took what was clearly owed to him, all of which was punctuated at the end of the match when they shook hands.

All BM could manage was "Gooo gam..." as his jaw was half swollen due to a particularly nasty shoulder block to the chin in the 1st half. He loosely shook A's hand and limped off into the changing rooms, wincing after every step.

Apparently the damage was still visible in the office for the next fortnight, with A and J loving every moment of it.
( Jeccius Steam Borderlands 2 junkie, Sat 1 May 2010, 19:20, 1 reply)

Gotta say
No matter how much of a bastard this guy was, he could have left the pitch at any time.

He comes out with some credit IMO for taking the hits,legal or otherwise, lasting the match and then shaking hands at the end.
( RadG Drinking Mojitos in the sun, Sun 2 May 2010, 17:43, closed)