It was just before stepping into the makeshift boxing ring that I started to have serious doubts about going 3 long rounds with the class's pikey bully a lot bigger and fatter than me...

David Petulengro (not his real name but close) had been punching, spitting and kicking the rest of us in the year for pretty much the first 2 terms of comprehensive and been getting away with it. He had an older brother in the 5th year and considered himself untouchable, I loathed that horse stealing heather selling gyppo fuckwit but him being considerably bigger and harder than me, my loathing was kept in check.
It was during games that things came to a head, I liked PE except of course the obligatory cross country and our teachers were good blokes.

But during one PE period the teacher was out of the gym and pikey boy's slapping and kicking my mate tipped me over the edge and as he ran after my mate I stepped behind him, tapped his ankle,he went over like a sack of spuds and the whole class roared it's approval, pikey boy got up and started to rain down blows and we started to fight when our PE teacher came back in and dragged us both out to the corridor.
Instead of sending us to the headmaster he offered us the chance to 'get it out of our system' by having a boxing match according to the 'marquis of queensburys rules'.
My blood being up I immediately agreed and it was decided the next weeks PE period would be when it happen. It was about 10 minutes after I realised I had a made a serious error and now dreaded my now impending beating.
Mr 'Jones' the PE caught up with me later on in the day and said he wanted to see me after school.

That night and over the next week after school he gave me tips and showed me the basics to survive my upcoming encounter but more importantly the confidence that I could do at least some damage to the gyppo without being crippled for life.
The fight came round all to quickly and had the whole school buzzing, at he last minute 'Jonesy' and said 'stick this down your shorts boyo' lent me a cricket box to protect my nads and was led into makeshift ring. I knew I wouldnt win but 'Jonesy' told me to fight as hard as I could and if I didn't win to come a bloody close second so that he would think twice about attacking me again.

The bell rung and for the next three minutes I managed to duck his haymakers and rabbit punches while getting one or two jabs of my own straighty onto his nose and a nice shot to his solar plexus which took the wind out of his sails which only managed to enrage him.
round two didnt go as planned as he caught me cold and I just about managed to survive his frantic windmilling.

By round three the fat pikey had shot his bolt and my body and head punches were really making an impact, near the end he did a low uppercut into my genitals which left me writhing in the floor. He was warned and thank god for the box otherwise I would have been emasculated. We finished the last round and it was declared a draw, as we went to shake hands he gave me a 'playful' hard slap in the face, my scottish rage kicked in, I head butted him and broke his nose, claret sprayed everywhere to the loud cheer of my classmates.

I got into serious trouble and so did Mr 'jones' for organising it, but luckily no charges were pressed and as the pikey petulengros family were were known to the old bill and seeing one of their number get his comeuppance was a result for them (papa Petulengro went down for attempted murder a few years later.

The fight went down in legend at the school, I was never even looked at in an agressive way and pikey boy was expelled the following year and the family hooked up the caravan to blight some other town.
I never did get to say thanks properly to 'Jonesy' but he has my grattiude and thanks after all these years.

Cheers jonesy and the wink and grin you gave me after he went down was better than any victory.

apologies for the length but three rounds are long enough
(nimrodihnio making gravy for one., Fri 20 Nov 2009, 18:12, Reply)