Post by herosrest on Apr 2, 2019 9:54:18 GMT
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I enjoyed weekend Rugby and Soccer but the injuries and damage from a hobby became unreal. There are some quite deranged guys in amateur sport. I came to the conclusion that contact sport was being recommended as therapy for cases of maniacal aggression and pre-lobotomy therapy. I was fast - very fast but do not carry a lot of weight and hits like those given were putting me absent work. This was the 70's and 80's with some real problems with thugs in amateur sport. One Sunday morning we turned out for a soccer game on our pitch at Scotch Common. One very bad arm fracture. Goal keeper unconscious. Two serious groin injuries and the referee knocked unconscious. The punch up which followed was neanderthal. That was enough for me and I evolved into fast cars.
I've got another story which i'll disguise somewhat. A local pub with a lot of workers doing evening drinks before heading home and a great crowd great place. We all knew the publican and her husband as friends. A very good friend and extremely popular lad was Martin the brickie. He was 5' 2", brave as a lion and oozed humour - seriously funny with high pitched Irish squeaking voice. There was a growing group of faces one Wednesday Evening and a good craic going on. A couple of strangers in matching rugby shirts arrived and more and more afterwards and there was a brief todo in the gents with Martin given a bloody nose. There followed a Wild West bar brawl from one end of the pub to the other and out into the street and it went on and on and on. No intervention from the authorities despite numerous emegency calls from loads of people.
It was a Police Officers stag do gone interesting.
Which reminds me of Special Ops.
I enjoyed weekend Rugby and Soccer but the injuries and damage from a hobby became unreal. There are some quite deranged guys in amateur sport. I came to the conclusion that contact sport was being recommended as therapy for cases of maniacal aggression and pre-lobotomy therapy. I was fast - very fast but do not carry a lot of weight and hits like those given were putting me absent work. This was the 70's and 80's with some real problems with thugs in amateur sport. One Sunday morning we turned out for a soccer game on our pitch at Scotch Common. One very bad arm fracture. Goal keeper unconscious. Two serious groin injuries and the referee knocked unconscious. The punch up which followed was neanderthal. That was enough for me and I evolved into fast cars.
I've got another story which i'll disguise somewhat. A local pub with a lot of workers doing evening drinks before heading home and a great crowd great place. We all knew the publican and her husband as friends. A very good friend and extremely popular lad was Martin the brickie. He was 5' 2", brave as a lion and oozed humour - seriously funny with high pitched Irish squeaking voice. There was a growing group of faces one Wednesday Evening and a good craic going on. A couple of strangers in matching rugby shirts arrived and more and more afterwards and there was a brief todo in the gents with Martin given a bloody nose. There followed a Wild West bar brawl from one end of the pub to the other and out into the street and it went on and on and on. No intervention from the authorities despite numerous emegency calls from loads of people.
It was a Police Officers stag do gone interesting.
Which reminds me of Special Ops.