PE - Hockey and Tennis
I went to a (state) grammar school in the 90s in one of the richest parts of the Home Counties. The school was always one of the best schools in the area and took rugby, cricket and football very seriously. A few times the school played Eton or Harrow and almost always won which caused the PE Department to be on cloud nine for awhile.

Me....well I was one of the people who was always last at sport. It's not that I didn't like it, I did, I was just shit at it.

I did have some enjoyable moments. Shortcutting the five mile cross country circuit so it was less than one was good, but two incidents stick in my mind.

The first was hockey. Now I was...and still am tall for my age. In Year 9 (Aged 13-14) I was the tallest bar one and the hockey sticks that were bought were designed for sodding midgets. An hour of playing hockey used to make my back sore for the rest of the day and so I was never in a good mood when we had to play hockey. This one lesson, it was raining hard and I was up against a "team" of neanderthals whose use of the hockey stick was limited to smashing it against my ankles. After ten or fifteen minutes of this, I saw red and raised my stick above my shoulder and shouted at one the bastards on the other team ready to embed the hockey stick into his face when it was pulled from over my shoulder. Mr Churchill sent me off the hockey field and I spend the remaining 45 minutes in the warm library. Surprisingly nothing came of it.

The other incident was a Mr Whitby who took to standing behind my opponent on the tennis court and was incredibly angry when the ball smacked him on the top of the head, as it came up from my serve. As I reasoned, if I had aimed for him, I'd have probably missed, and that was that. Enjoyable hit though!
(jdharding, Fri 20 Nov 2009, 0:59, Reply)