Bass
Nexus of the World
So, today, that's Sunday morning, my football team that I play for got into a fight.
I was watching from the sidelines, and what happened was one of our defenders did a proper tackle to a striker - got the ball and took down the striker. The striker, pissed off he lost his shot (they were winning 3-0) headbutted the defender, and then, while he was on the floor punched him in the jaw. At this point both teams and several supporters are running onto the pitch to stop the fight (including myself) - though it seems some where interested in joining in on the fight. The first person was the defender's brother who rugby tackled the striker to the floor. There was a big bundle. By the time I ran onto the scene, it was pretty much ending, but there was one guy kicking one of my friends repeatedly in the gut while he was on the floor. This guy was not part of the teams, he was a **** from the sidelines. One of our players almost punched him, but was held back - it was a proper "goodbye face" punch he was about to unleash.
There was a lot of arguing, a lot of red cards, and the 'supporter' got in his van and drove the hell away. The ref is intent on having him picked up by the police. (It's worth noting that the guys supporting the other team were drinking cans of beer - at 11am.)
I got there in time just to check on my mates, and sadly, not killify any of the ****s kicking my friends in the ribs. Luckily, no one was really hurt. A couple of bloody noses, aching shoulders, but nothing serious.
However, according to the other team's, the catalyst was "the rugby tackle". Amazingly, he seemed to have missed the headbutt and punching.
So yes, bunch of ****s they were. Some even said, "After the match! We'll be here!" We were the last people off the pitch. They left as soon as the game ended.
However, for me, this is the closest I've come to a real fight. And I'm proud to say that I heard some commotion on the pitch, turned my head to see one of my teammates punched in the head while on the floor. My first reaction was that I ran right onto the pitch. No hesitating. For this, I am proud. I am also proud that our guys didn't throw any punches. The first thing our guys did was try to make sure everyone was alright, rather than beating the crap out of someone. I think that's the right choice.
So, if anyone ever goes to Folkestone, boycott the Mustangs pub. Go to the Guildhall instead. They're literally a two-minute walk away.
Anyhow, I felt like sharing this with you because it's like the Punisher, only wildly different.
And appropriately, Sinfest's sunday strip is this:
http://www.sinfest.net/comikaze/comics/2007-03-18.gif
(just realised it has the f-word in it)
I was watching from the sidelines, and what happened was one of our defenders did a proper tackle to a striker - got the ball and took down the striker. The striker, pissed off he lost his shot (they were winning 3-0) headbutted the defender, and then, while he was on the floor punched him in the jaw. At this point both teams and several supporters are running onto the pitch to stop the fight (including myself) - though it seems some where interested in joining in on the fight. The first person was the defender's brother who rugby tackled the striker to the floor. There was a big bundle. By the time I ran onto the scene, it was pretty much ending, but there was one guy kicking one of my friends repeatedly in the gut while he was on the floor. This guy was not part of the teams, he was a **** from the sidelines. One of our players almost punched him, but was held back - it was a proper "goodbye face" punch he was about to unleash.
There was a lot of arguing, a lot of red cards, and the 'supporter' got in his van and drove the hell away. The ref is intent on having him picked up by the police. (It's worth noting that the guys supporting the other team were drinking cans of beer - at 11am.)
I got there in time just to check on my mates, and sadly, not killify any of the ****s kicking my friends in the ribs. Luckily, no one was really hurt. A couple of bloody noses, aching shoulders, but nothing serious.
However, according to the other team's, the catalyst was "the rugby tackle". Amazingly, he seemed to have missed the headbutt and punching.
So yes, bunch of ****s they were. Some even said, "After the match! We'll be here!" We were the last people off the pitch. They left as soon as the game ended.
However, for me, this is the closest I've come to a real fight. And I'm proud to say that I heard some commotion on the pitch, turned my head to see one of my teammates punched in the head while on the floor. My first reaction was that I ran right onto the pitch. No hesitating. For this, I am proud. I am also proud that our guys didn't throw any punches. The first thing our guys did was try to make sure everyone was alright, rather than beating the crap out of someone. I think that's the right choice.
So, if anyone ever goes to Folkestone, boycott the Mustangs pub. Go to the Guildhall instead. They're literally a two-minute walk away.
Anyhow, I felt like sharing this with you because it's like the Punisher, only wildly different.
And appropriately, Sinfest's sunday strip is this:
http://www.sinfest.net/comikaze/comics/2007-03-18.gif
(just realised it has the f-word in it)
Last edited: