A “Honourable Street Fighting”

You’d hardly think that having a good night out with the boys by watching the football at the local footy oval then moving on to a pub in the centre of the city would lead to an unusual night out. You never, never know……………

After our big night out, I remember walking with 3 mates of mine back to our car.

Walking into a public carpark and following my small group upstairs to the carpark seemed like a drag-especially after a few pints!

Coming out of the stairs onto our level, I walked in on a few blokes who were walking towards us.

Feeling worse for ware, I had my head down and didn’t want to make eye contact-even if I knew the people I didn’t feel like talking.

Then suddenly, I blacked out.

Upon coming to, not sure how many minutes later, I was standing looking at the entrance I walked out of with my best mate Tom having 4 blokes standing around and punching the hell out of my best mate Tom (not his real name). Hang on-in the movies one of these clowns is supposed to attack then following in order the next and ………………

Welcome to the real world!

I had unknowingly and as the police pointed out unwillingly, become a statistic-a Victim of Crime.

From behind this group who within a space of seconds as I was coming to and trying to take stock of my injuries, somebody ran towards me and in my best effort to get my guard up, still received a blow which felled me.

After coming to again, I picked myself up and ran the other way from this nightmare except for one small problem.

Tom had these 4 blokes (3 around 6”3’ and one around 5”7’) around him kicking the living hell out of him-like a lowly mangy dog! Pieces of gutless scum.

I was 20 metres away when I turned around to get our other mates to help us out-guess they had taken off because they were nowhere to be seen.

I then made an important decision which although having my face blown up like a balloon, through eyes where my right eye was by now closed and the left half closed, sore in my ribs after being apparently being used as a punching bag , having my knees sore as hell after I had dropped to the concrete floor as a dead weight (I weigh 15 stone and stand 6’3”) I could not regret. Mates are mates and with the adrenalin running I could never look at my mate’s 9 year son in the eye again if I didn’t go back in and help him out.

Running towards this group I saw one of them peel off towards me and come running straight at me with a side kick to my left kidneys. It seemed to happen in slow motion. My thoughts were-1-Is this really happening???? 2-Give me your hardest kick-I’ve had these in training before!

I stung but just after he struck me I punched him squarely in the face and knocked him down.

By this time, another one had backed him up and I ran up to meet this assailant. We stood toe to toe and I began exchanging punches but he had stood back and out of the way of my attempts to knock some sense into him!

Then again-I hit the deck. I had been knocked down again.

Coming to I had made it within about 5 metres of my mate and we were both on the ground in the foetal position telling them to piss off as these animals obviously saw this is sick “fun”!

The smaller of the group kept kicking me in the head-lucky I had my hands in front of my face. But unlike the others-he wouldn’t stop.

I decided to take some action or I would really get hurt.

Looking up in time to see a kick coming to my face I fended this off with my hands then whilst on my back lashed out bicycle kicking this guy in the groin and chest until he lurched forward – temporarily disabled.

I then got up and after being hit a few times and knocked to the ground again ran off to the other end of the carpark again.

I then turned around-they were at it again-kicking my mate and the yells from him pleading them to stop and listening to the wind being kicked out of him made me sick.

I decided to pull out my mobile (which was still in my jacket pocket) and called 000. I yelled to these guys to get them away from him that I was calling the police.

The two that earlier attached me came over again. Telling 000 what was happening, I was informed that the police were on there way which is what I yelled out to these clowns to get them to take off while they can. No such luck.

When these two attackers were within 2 metres off me squaring up for another go, they suddenly turned around and ran off.

It just goes to show:

1. it does matter what you know
2. don’t make yourself an easy target and
3. self defence isn’t just for thugs or the neurotic……………….