Being 47 my memory isn’t as good as it woof.
That said I was looking through an old scrap book and noticed that between ages of 8-11 I had 14 fights winning 11, losing 1, with 1 draw and 1 no contest. Obviously I couldve taken things further but don’t forget this was way before the advent of the ufc etc. I’m ok with this now.
Two and a half fights.
Won 1, Lost 1, Winning another when my mate stepped in and battered the bloke.
I prefer to let my, um, voice do the talking.
I was forced to retire from my boxing career at the age of 13. By then I had 42 victories with 11 coming as straight KOs and the rest classed as “runaways” where the little shits just ran away. However, my mum wasn’t happy with all my fighting and made me retire. Once word got around the estate, all hell broke loose and anarchy reigned. What my mother hadn’t thought about was I was the estates Saddam Hussein, the Gaddaffi. I kept a lid on things and with me retired all the knobheads were running amok.
I’d like to say I’m a lover not a fighter but my stats would probably tell a different story.
Fights are much easier to win if you have already sedated/cable tied/gaffer taped them.
Details please goatboy…
Fights? What are fights? My only school boy recollection is waking up in a daze- I felt Iike I had been sedated, gagged and wrist had red marks and my arse was also sore
There were rules back in the day. as I remember. Anyone that broke the throwing stones rule got a good smack.
The first fight involved a nipper who’d already beaten me up. The old dear told me that if I kept on coming in crying, she would give me something to cry about.
The last one was Bret, in Lab B.
The vast majority of my fighting career was done and dusted at twelve.
1 fight 1 win (not including the million fights I had with my brother).
My brother told me off for not kicking the bloke in the head once I’d knocked him on his arse.
Just the one fight for me which I lost … mind you, she was bigger than me !!
I was more an observer than a fighter.
The kid in the corner with a towel around his neck shouting encouragement on gouging, scratching, low blows and rabbit punches.
It was all good advice…my sister was pretty well invincable.
What did you use to signify a fight was going to happen?
The scousers use “Come 'ead, lad”
I remember “Come on then” being the phrase in 1980s Southampton, with “you fucking prick!” frequently being used as a flourish.
I think that phrase may have been heard a lot in your school, by you.
Pedantic i know, but scousers say ‘Go ead lad’. Hope you don’t ‘Take the knock’ at me pointing this out! 
Not one fight.
Though one girl came up to me in a night club and obviously wanted to have a scrap with me. She accused me of looking at her bloke. I said I hadn’t been and asked her to identify said boyfriend. She pointed out a rather large and not my type male in a corner. I somehow got away with being quite uncomplimentary and didn’t get hit.
I think either my boss eyedness got me into that or the girl dressed similar with glasses was the one eyeing up the guy.
Had 5 detentions at KES, all for scrapping. Favoured punched was a haymaker that passed through several counties before missing the intended target.
learnt pretty quickly I was shit at fighting, so made sure I had the gift of the gab and v. Hard mates.
I had a 17 hour flight 2 years ago…
We do not need incriminating evidence here
… not that sort of Fight Record … sorry 