Just found this old message from a lad on bluekipper.net - an old EFC forum: "I got in the ring having watched 'Rocky' the night before. I was inspired, excited and pumped full of adrenalin. I was matched with a lad about 2 years older than me but roughly the same height. He had been boxing for a few months though, while I on the other hand was a complete newcomer, riding on the wave of Rocky Blaboa's draw with Apollo Creed. I was confident and optimistic, limbering up and having my mate put my £2 plastic gum shield in my grid to look more professional. I stepped out into the middle of the ring, touched gloves and then proceeded to do a little boxing dance, with quick feet and practice jabs. I encroached on my opponent's territory and he proceeded to punch me full in the face with his actual fist. I was rocked to my foundations, my whole head shuddered under the following barrage of merciless and quite savage blows. I turned to run as he rained blow after blow upon the back of my inexperienced stale skinhead. He was ruthless, a real pugilistic expert, taking out his furious anger and pent up frustrations upon my facial features. The cúnt made a show of me in front of my mates. He wellied my upstairs lights out and tried his best to send me to the canvas. I was like a whippet trying to evade his dexterous haymakers but failing miserably as my pinhead was smashed to smithereens. PrÃck."
