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followed by me, I accidentally trod on the back of his shoe and it came flying off. He was hopping around in the dark for a good few minutes trying to find it. By the time he had retrieved it the situation had been dealt with. Lesson learned.
    Monday afternoon... I had just finished a particularly tough two hour training session, and so I go through the usual routine, first a hot bath followed by something to eat and then I’d get my head down for a couple of hours, but my sleep was interrupted by some very loud knocking at my front door. I opened the door to find a guy who was trying to deliver some new kitchen equipment. As I looked out and up the garden path his mate was coming down with it on a trolley. I have four steps leading down to my front door and he banged it down every one of them. As he gets to the front door I say to him if it doesn’t work I’ll know why.
“Don’t worry about it man it’s tightly packed” was his reply.
They eventually they bring the stuff through and I ask them if they could unpack it and
also take the packaging with them. The driver had no problems with what I’d asked
them to do but the other guy was moaning about it, he was a tall lean black fella,
we’re not supposed to do this, he was saying to the other guy who just carried
on taking the packaging away. The other guy decided not to take any of the cardboard
and started to walk out with a right strop on, as he walks passed me he looks at me with a stupid half sneer.
“Have you got a problem mate?” I say to him.
“No you got the problem man.”
As he turns around he tells me to fuck off.
SMACK!! A hard fast right hand punch knocks him off the doorstep onto his back and into the plants in the front garden. I have never seen anyone more surprised; the look of absolute disbelief on his face was a picture. I think he was the type of person who rarely had anyone stand up to him let alone bounce a right hander off his chin. I’ll not allow anyone to talk to me like that especially on my own doorstep.
As I go outside to finish him off he was just getting to his feet. He’s in a crouched position leaning forward with his arms waving about in front of him as if he were in a fog. I close in on him and throw a left hook and right upper cut combination; they both missed the target. He must have felt the wind of the upper cut as it went by it was millimeters away from hitting the target. I put so much power into the upper cut I lost my balance and fell backwards over the dustbin. Now he sees his opportunity, he basically falls on top off me and whacks me in the face with a big bunch of keys, which opens a cut over my right eye.
I couldn’t get to my feet because the dustbin was under my legs, bang! He’s caught me again, but his blows lacked any real power, I think that the clump I had given him had taken away most off his strength. I manage to get my foot into his stomach and boot him off; I try to get to my feet but that fucking dustbin is well and truly on his side. He comes for me again but this time as he comes toward me to deliver his attack I manage to catch him with a blow which opened a gash just under his left eye, it unzipped like a purse and a fair amount of his claret began to flow. That gave me the chance to get to my feet, as I get up he does a runner and hurdles the front gate. I was willing to leave it at that but he decided to throw half a brick in my direction and run off, it missed and hit the window frame, which cracked the glass.
For the first time during the whole encounter I completely lost my temper, just inside the hallway on the floor I saw a claw hammer which I had been using to hang some pictures up the day before. I grab the hammer and start to go after him, luckily my wife grabs my arm and as I look up he’s in the van and away. There was some police involvement but we managed to agree to disagree as to what had actually happened and that was that.

Two lessons have been learned.

1. Always put your