Dragan wrote: I have to be honest and admit to putting the boot into a downed opponent, but only because we were outnumbered 3 to 1 and he had a weapon. Put him down and keep him down if he's trying to cut you. Pull a knife and whatever comes your way is karma.
Duggy747 wrote: Now this is our hometown and we've had fights with all sorts of groups (boy racers, etc) but this is one fight that we don't know how to disarm. This is the kind of shít that will end with someone in a coma, seriously. My friend who got bottled has had to have his face stitched back together. We've always had lil' meaningless squabbles with the guy (who is a young guy in his teens) but he stepped up the mark by using a weapon out of the blue and after unleashing a world of craziness upon my friend's!
Collie D wrote: Fair enough, few slaps probably deserved but just cannot stand people kicking people on the ground...or uneven numbers for that matter.
zuutroy wrote: Throwing stuff at him while he was working, nicking his tools, verbal abuse. Also giving my sister hassle. Trust me, the snowball incident was a drop in the ocean.
Class a girl friend of mine did that one night, some lad in his teens was calling her a tart etc for wearing a short skirt she ran over and jacked him in front of about 5o people, she then slagged him for having a short knob!
TheGooner wrote: I was walking up james Street one night after work and a gang of 15 year old knack bags started to shout things at me. Being a girl I just ignored it and kept going. One idiot had to take it further and threw a rock at me, I ran at him and grabbed him by the hood and ripped it off and handed it to him. You should have seen his little rat boy **** box face. TheGooner 1 - Rat Boy 0
Collie D wrote: What kind of hassle may I ask?
zuutroy wrote: Some knackers were hassling my old man and the area in general. One day they lobbed a snow ball at the front door when we were in the hall waiting to go out. Me and my bro legged it out he went one way and I went around the block the other way. By the time I got around my bro was giving him a 'talking to', I came up behind him ****ed him on the ground and gave him a few solid boots in the back. There he was, lying in the snow crying. Genius! Never another word out of him or his posse. It really is all they understand.