Breaktime football
Ok so i was in lower six at school, and not exactly a hard kid but known not to take shit.

I was the kid with long hair who was often called the name of a famous ring bearing fictional character. My mates and i often played football at break times in the playground and i had been away for about a week (kids and truency eh!). When i got back they werent playing football anymore at break and when asked why i was told that kids from the year below were stealing the ball and threating our lads.

My friends are big lads but just not fighters and this other crowd were the "hard" kids in their year.

So my mates agreed to play football that breaktime. All was going well and then once a goal was scored the people i had been warned of took the ball and played a game of keep away by passing it around.

I walked into their circle and asked for the ball, i was refused and walked up to the one with the ball, who kicked it away, i then punched him in the stomach as hard as i could and he went down, i was chuffed. I looked around and the other kids were in disbelief and my mated were looking rather scared. The circle was now smaller but they continued to kick the ball away, my friends didn't come to back me up but now i couldn't lose face and was riding high on my sucess. I saw a pass made and ran at the kid screaming insults like a madman kicked him in the shin and as he bent over smashed his lunch box over his head,the box shattered and he was on floor as well. Now their mates were angry and the circle disapeared leaving one lad to come forward. Not exactly big but well known for his boxing, allegedly the "hardest" kid in his year. He had my ball between his feet and his mates were smiling expecting him to floor me but i could tell he didnt want a fight and when i asked for the ball he gave me it. None of us lost face. We never got any trouble playing football again and i was a god for about two days!
(Time4heroes, Tue 14 Mar 2006, 21:21, Reply)