it’s like looking at Michael Bisping and wondering which eye‘s boss, people can be all over you from multiple angles in seconds so unless you’re numbered up a bottle in the face isn’t practically conducive to life
Who is that guy?
channel the rage Rich, promise you’ll love a session below, no wondering why someone’s in your grill just immediate deployment of how they might not be
Thing is right, I didn't feel much rage. Or even much of anything to be honest. At the time it was all quick and I didn't think. Then we were out of the bar and away on a street over, and my mate said "Let's not go up to the top cos they could come round that way and surround us" - and it was only then that I thought "hmmm, we're in situation here" - or at least we could be.
www.kravmagaesmavc.pt
do your first 5 vs 1 drill all helmeted up with sticks and tell me that’s
not a rush
I can imagine enjoying it... I guess... I dunno. I suppose I'm not a violent person, but I can be a competitive one. So I suspect that if you make a competition out of violence then I might sort of become violent by default, I dunno.
See, if you'd taken those boxing lessons you could've belted him in the schnozz.
Now it's interesting you say that actually, cos my friend who suggested the boxing lessons was the one who told the guy to stop hitting the old guy. And after we'd collected ourselves in a bar round the corner he started saying that he wished that we had already got cracking on the lessons. Which was quite revealing to me - I had thought that we were going to be doing it as a sport, as a contest between me and him, whereas it now turns out that he had it in mind, at least partly, as some kind of self-defence.
But, to me, if you wanted pure self-defence, I can't imagine that boxing is the best one. As WYH says, Krav Maga is the sort of thing you need if you REALLY do have to fight to survive. I assume that if we had done some boxing then I would at least know how to throw a punch, but it doesn't use your legs etc
I truly imagined that Aidan and i were gonna do boxing as the sweet science... I think (hope) that i'm faster than him so in my mind I'm dancing around him like Sugar Ray Robinson, tormenting his helpless lumbering form with my jabs... at no point on Saturday did I connect what had happened with our plan to do boxing until the same three of us were were walking home from Ministerium about 10am on Sunday and inevitably our conversation turned back to earlier in the evening. But even then, for some reason, I just didn't feel vindictive or hateful as I would surely have done when younger. Is it possible that I've mellowed with age, or could my testosterone levels have fallen? I guess if any of us had been seriously hurt I might have felt differently. And it was very very lucky indeed that none of us were. Like it was weird in fact.
The main thing I've been thinking about is - what kind of person is so angry that they will attack like that for no reason. Are they just angry with life, bitter and out for revenge on everyone? How many people are like that and so on? To me that is something to think about.
Anyway, for me it was a crazy weekend - on Friday searched, breathalysed and intimidated by the police, Saturday attacked by nutters. And looking back, the police thing was much more unpleasant - both at the time and in its lasting effect. Trying to work out why that is, I think at least part of it boils down to, on Saturday, whatever else occurred, I was with my friends, whereas on Friday I was alone. Also, with those roided/coked up light blue police, there is always the suspicion that if they weren't grabbing people legally, they would be doing it anyway...