Sunday, 11 May 2008
IT'S FIGHT NIGHT
P's out of the corner - ducking, bobbing, weaving etc..
Leads with a right - it's outrageous
Two double jabs
P ducks, smiles, trash talk
A tripple combo: left jab, right over the top, left to the body
Flash of lightening
Canvas burning up
It's the PINEAPPLES SHUFFLE!!!
But what's happening?
Oh Me Gawd - P is on the ropes
It's a strategy
Wow! P's not hurt...
P out, ducking, bobbing etc.......Oh...My Good Grief.....He's still on the ropes...and..Oh Bleedin' Hell... I am Fed up of this now...Can't be arsed with this no more...
Listen P Club it was fight night last night: Little P fighting in the Smoke.
He WON...by a mile. P kid outworked other kid - landed 3 times as many punches - supreme work rate - total fitness - guts.
But Fight Nights are pretty Krap.
And you need to hear this.
KRAP ASPECT ONE:
They are mostly Black Tie affairs - Fat, ugly getts, - eating steak dinners on little round tables, nipping out for a fag ever 10 minutes - pissed as newts...and giving over the top support for the home boys. Under their frilly shirts: the Union Jack ripped into their skins.
NOTHING WRONG WITH THIS AT ALL.
What is dire is the roping off of the ordinary Plebs (like Pineapples) away from the action, away from the gents in the suits. P is miles away from His kid.
So what does P do?
Well, where as most other plebs wear jeans and Hally Hansen jackets, P has smart shirt, glorious tie and nice trousers. Enables P to march right past officials, through roped off area, sauntering towards table.
The more brazen - the more believable.
Once in, P has the run of the place, swans around,stands next to Ring...giving the verbals.
By the time the Buggers have realised that P is not one of the bow-tie dicks, but an unwashed tattooed pleb - most of the fight has been seen and fimed.
There then follows an ugly few minutes as they try to escort P out of the roped off area.
It happens every bleedin' time.
During the arguments P always points out that it's His Kid that's Providing the entertainment - so He is staying put.
This brings at least 2 bouncers - but it buys more time. Eventually - whole gang of folks arguing with The P - about how these frilly geezers have paid - and here I am - cheating them - outrageous - no sense of decency - report Me to the authorities....blah bloody blah..
USUAL BULL-SHIT KRAP
After all this bull-shit krap, P walks off - but whole fight filmed and later loaded down onto YouTube.
KRAP ASPECT TWO:
Many of the fighers are gypsy kids. NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT AT ALL.
In fact gypsy kids (travellers) are the nicest kids you would hope to meet; it's the parents who are the nightmare: supreme drunkenness on the night and a tendancy to launch enthusiastic assaults on other gypsy families.
Last year there was a pitched battle involving four families which went on for over an hour in the car park after the show; police had to take them all away.
So THAT is a typical fight night.
WHAT-CHA-THINK P CLUB? YOU UP FOR IT?
But P's lad was such a great kid....fast hands and a granite chin. It pays to do the road miles - more you do - the better you are in the ring. Much energy is lost through nervous tension - so having the fitness helps keeps the nerves at bay - there is no fear of tiring.
YOU HEAR IT HERE