Introduction- abit about me.

i was just a normal kid growing up, never over populer but always liked. i started my life in longford,coventry on a street named Jackers road with my mother and farther (dianne and steve). i dont remember much but i know times were hard epsecialy with my dads drinking,
but we carried on. it was then that we moved to a housing estate called Bedworth heath but know as the Jock estate, this was because there was a pit where before my time the scotish came to work. our house was on school lane (the nice part) and i went to Newdigate first shool at the top of the estate (the rough part). it was there that i remember my dad drinking rather heverly and i remember the violence getting worse towards my mother and myself. this carried on for quite some time and got worse and worse. some off the things i remember i really dont want to talk about but maybe you get the picture of how bad it really was....
finally enough was enough and my parents split and my dad moved out,(we'l get back to him later) eventually my mother and i had to move out as the bills were too high for a single parent so we moved closer to my school on newdigate road. this was like boarder line to the rough area, as soon as you got on the corner of mavor drive and walked up abit, each step you took you could see more and more boards over the windows and broken glass. cars that were burnt out and just left there or a couple of kids smashing it up abit more with bricks and sticks, bikes left in the middle of the road all bent up, not wanted, just left there. i was in middle school by now and just the usual, getting in to trouble with teachers and having detentions. all kids go through it just maybe more than others but at that age life is like a game of football, you win some games and you lose some. You get detention, you don't , you smash the window that yr aiming for with the football or you dont, you get caught or you don't its all the same. the same goes for fighting i surpose as in you win or lose and even at a young age i had seen some fights and had a couple myself but it wasnt like today where you just run up and smack someone, oh no this was planed to the finest detail , who was fighting who and wot time and where. and if your mum was picking you up from school then we would arange for the next day and so on. we would always meet half hay down mavor drive at an alley we called The jitty' we would have watchers at either end and some over the bigger lads ontop of the garages keeping an eye out incase anyone was going to join in, then they would jump down warn them off.
i had been down there a few times. i lost once to this lad and i dont know why, i just bottled out because he was bigger than me and he was the oldest in the school, i think that blew my confidence. he just hit me a few times then walked off with his mates laughing because my nose started to bleed..
i walked back home with my best mate Paul and was asking me why i didnt fight back and that age wasn't everything an size didn't mean a thing either. so when i got home i told my mum that i would walk home again the next day as Paul mum had invited me for some tea. And so be it!!!
the next day this lad came up to me and asked me if i enjoyed my beating an i replyed
''it was ok, but i've had better'' well i had (my dad) he may have been the oldest in the school and bigger than me but he wasn't a 5'11'' 13stone alcoholic.... and because of my cheeky remark he asked if i wanted to tell my mum not to pick me up so we could fight and i turned round and said that i had already done it.... you should have seen his face. it was like david and galierth, and the fight was on.
at 3:30 when the bell went we all got ready fast and the whole school ran down to the jitty and lined up for the rematch, watchers at each end and older boys on the roofs ready to pounce,.
and that it , he grabbed me by the jumper and pulled it over my head so i couldnt see and began punching, even at a young age we were dirty fighters. so i took my jumper off and charged at him and practicaly close-lined him to the floor and started kicking in the face to keep him down and once he was completely on his back i couldn't stop , i had to be pulled off by my friend Paul because i was stamping on his face,. and that was that , he never hit me again infact i dont think i saw him for about a month at school.
then it was time to leave that school, and go to secondary school..
Nicholas Chamberlaine and we moved house to Exhall. but thats another story...................