Never play italy at rugby
I grew up in a small town on the west bank, so as you can imagine noncey PE teachers were the least of my worries. The school I went to was an international school full of the kids of ambassadors, diplomats and the like. And me, the only local.

It was, however, the only half-way decent school in my town, so my parents made up a load of ridiculous stories about our ancestry (once, my step-dad even claimed to be part of the royal family) until they relented and let me attend too.

Most of the kids (and the teachers) were British and I got on with them really well but there was also a large Italian contingent who really had it in for me. The rugby games always went the same way, the Italian kids would band together and, although I had a dozen or so good friends, most other people knew how vicious the italians got and we rarely got a full team, making our obliteration all the faster.

Gradually the little cunts developed a song that they'd break into whenever we lost a game (which was pretty much always). Of course, even though they'd just spent an entire lesson getting digs in without the teachers noticing/caring they'd still take the piss out of me with this bloody song. It was basically a list of reasons why they thought I was hopeless at rugby, most of them having nothing to do with rugby at all, such as calling my girlfriend a whore, or saying my dad would fix the game.

Then, in my final year, they nailed me to a cross. Bastards.
( Ungersven would support SpankyHanky's patreon, Tue 24 Nov 2009, 14:27, 2 replies)

surreal
but nice.
(jennymnemonic, Tue 24 Nov 2009, 14:50, closed)

Lies ...
the Italians were never good at Rugby
(Biff..., Tue 24 Nov 2009, 18:41, closed)