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Found this on facebook.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tirfki7NDl8

You can call him anyname under the sun, assualt him but Don't f*** with his rubbish

this is a classic as well

http://www.break.com/index/kid-teaches- ... esson.html

This is a bit of fun too!

http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php ... 1929884969

poodlepoo wrote:bizarre
this is 2-3 yrs old and isnt filmed in huyton as most of the comments on the other boards suggest
i say bizarre as this has appeared on scoobynet yesterday

my m8 carl lives on the estate (clock) so i will ring him and ask him who it is
he turns pro this year (awesome jab , i think he will be a super middle out of lowe house)
im sure he will know who it is

sorry its 4 acres in st helens (i should have made that clear)

Didn't think it was in Huyton that.

Lez got laid out.

looked like wing chun too me, been studying myself for a few years now..

Class. I cant stand bullies.

jammidodger wrote:looked like wing chun too me, been studying myself for a few years now..

that was Wing Chun. shortest distance between two points and all that....

never understood why chavs take their tops off when they are fighting as they only end up hurting their backs when they eventaully get put away

jammidodger wrote:looked like wing chun too me, been studying myself for a few years now..

that guard looked weird for a wing chun gaurd. Note left hand low and open palm and knuckles facing down.

I only ever had one bully situation.

Came out of a club in Mansfield, stood round the side ordering an offal burger and some big tall fat geezer should said "who you looking at?..... who the f*** are you looking at?" - the absolute text book 'lets start a fight with a stranger' thing to say !

I just said 'Look mate, we've all had a good night out, lets just get our food, get our taxi's and go home yeah?'

He started gritting his teeth and barging forward as his mates held him back. Then he started shouting something at my mate, is he your boyfriend etc etc. Then his friend came over and said "look, he's marked your card for some reason so i'd get going if I was you"

Then my mate said "Tell him, Go f*** yourself" and then I butted in and said to my friend "Hang on, it's my card he's marked !"

Anyway, more jostling, then said brute breaks free, throws a big, wide and very slow right-hand - chin left out to dry which I then threw the biggest shot i could drunkenly muster.

Brute went down so hard i thought he'd been killed, Apollo Creed style, secondly my hand was instantly the size of a melon and i thought i broken every small bone in my arm right up to my elbow- then his mates jumping all over him to get at us and we legged it.

The following week the local paper said 'Man killed in brawl outside club'. My heart sank for a moment, before realising that my encounter happened on the Friday night wheras this was another club in Mansfield, on the Saturday night.

Since then i've always like a few beers, but never get so intoxicated any more that I can't defend myself or know when to back off.

G0mez wrote:I only ever had one bully situation.

Came out of a club in Mansfield, stood round the side ordering an offal burger and some big tall fat geezer should said "who you looking at?..... who the f*** are you looking at?" - the absolute text book 'lets start a fight with a stranger' thing to say !

I just said 'Look mate, we've all had a good night out, lets just get our food, get our taxi's and go home yeah?'

He started gritting his teeth and barging forward as his mates held him back. Then he started shouting something at my mate, is he your boyfriend etc etc. Then his friend came over and said "look, he's marked your card for some reason so i'd get going if I was you"

Then my mate said "Tell him, Go f*** yourself" and then I butted in and said to my friend "Hang on, it's my card he's marked !"

Anyway, more jostling, then said brute breaks free, throws a big, wide and very slow right-hand - chin left out to dry which I then threw the biggest shot i could drunkenly muster.

Brute went down so hard i thought he'd been killed, Apollo Creed style, secondly my hand was instantly the size of a melon and i thought i broken every small bone in my arm right up to my elbow- then his mates jumping all over him to get at us and we legged it.

The following week the local paper said 'Man killed in brawl outside club'. My heart sank for a moment, before realising that my encounter happened on the Friday night wheras this was another club in Mansfield, on the Saturday night.

Since then i've always like a few beers, but never get so intoxicated any more that I can't defend myself or know when to back off.

No creativity

I dangled a loudmouthed pudendum headfirst over a balcony when I were on holiday and wouldn't pull him back until he sang "Baa baa black sheep" in view of around 120 people.

Humiliating them is far more satisfying than hurting them.

banjo wrote:

G0mez wrote:I only ever had one bully situation.

Came out of a club in Mansfield, stood round the side ordering an offal burger and some big tall fat geezer should said "who you looking at?..... who the f*** are you looking at?" - the absolute text book 'lets start a fight with a stranger' thing to say !

I just said 'Look mate, we've all had a good night out, lets just get our food, get our taxi's and go home yeah?'

He started gritting his teeth and barging forward as his mates held him back. Then he started shouting something at my mate, is he your boyfriend etc etc. Then his friend came over and said "look, he's marked your card for some reason so i'd get going if I was you"

Then my mate said "Tell him, Go f*** yourself" and then I butted in and said to my friend "Hang on, it's my card he's marked !"

Anyway, more jostling, then said brute breaks free, throws a big, wide and very slow right-hand - chin left out to dry which I then threw the biggest shot i could drunkenly muster.

Brute went down so hard i thought he'd been killed, Apollo Creed style, secondly my hand was instantly the size of a melon and i thought i broken every small bone in my arm right up to my elbow- then his mates jumping all over him to get at us and we legged it.

The following week the local paper said 'Man killed in brawl outside club'. My heart sank for a moment, before realising that my encounter happened on the Friday night wheras this was another club in Mansfield, on the Saturday night.

Since then i've always like a few beers, but never get so intoxicated any more that I can't defend myself or know when to back off.

No creativity

I dangled a loudmouthed pudendum headfirst over a balcony when I were on holiday and wouldn't pull him back until he sang "Baa baa black sheep" in view of around 120 people.

Humiliating them is far more satisfying than hurting them.

Bit hard if the geezer is 20 stone.

banjo wrote:

G0mez wrote:I only ever had one bully situation.

Came out of a club in Mansfield, stood round the side ordering an offal burger and some big tall fat geezer should said "who you looking at?..... who the f*** are you looking at?" - the absolute text book 'lets start a fight with a stranger' thing to say !

I just said 'Look mate, we've all had a good night out, lets just get our food, get our taxi's and go home yeah?'

He started gritting his teeth and barging forward as his mates held him back. Then he started shouting something at my mate, is he your boyfriend etc etc. Then his friend came over and said "look, he's marked your card for some reason so i'd get going if I was you"

Then my mate said "Tell him, Go f*** yourself" and then I butted in and said to my friend "Hang on, it's my card he's marked !"

Anyway, more jostling, then said brute breaks free, throws a big, wide and very slow right-hand - chin left out to dry which I then threw the biggest shot i could drunkenly muster.

Brute went down so hard i thought he'd been killed, Apollo Creed style, secondly my hand was instantly the size of a melon and i thought i broken every small bone in my arm right up to my elbow- then his mates jumping all over him to get at us and we legged it.

The following week the local paper said 'Man killed in brawl outside club'. My heart sank for a moment, before realising that my encounter happened on the Friday night wheras this was another club in Mansfield, on the Saturday night.

Since then i've always like a few beers, but never get so intoxicated any more that I can't defend myself or know when to back off.

No creativity

I dangled a loudmouthed pudendum headfirst over a balcony when I were on holiday and wouldn't pull him back until he sang "Baa baa black sheep" in view of around 120 people.

Humiliating them is far more satisfying than hurting them.

Haha!

Where were you when i've been out in Sow and there's been the usual suspects acting all big and macho?! You would have given me a laugh am sure