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Sunday, 28 June 2015
Children Boxing.
Something you'll probably not see again... thankfully.
I myself was 'forced' into the ring at quite a young age with no warning or prior training. When I was at Prep' School, aged about 11, someone announced that there would be a boxing match against some other school, and a list was posted of who would fight whom. It was as simple as that.
I was a reasonably strong boy and won all but one of my bouts. A nasty little creep called Michael Macintosh (his mother was Eve Boswell, who sang the hit song Pickin' a Chicken), tripped me up during a fight, and I fell flat on my nose; he was declared the winner on account of the amount of blood on the floor. Normally I would have beaten him with my eyes closed and both my hands tied behind my back; but...
This clip almost brings back memories, but there was no blubbing in my day!
The outsize gloves made me laugh. My brothers used to box at school in the 1950s and they had one pair of gloves between them. My eldest brother said the trick was to move so fast nobody ever got near you which is what he did. My father boxed at the same school in the 1930s and the gloves were probably his handed down. I used to watch amateur boxing with him on Grandstand on a Saturday afternoon and actually quite enjoyed it.
When I was younger, we sometimes got into fistfights with friends or bullies. Some I won, some I lost, but never had a chance to done boxing gloves, nor the desire to do so.
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No thanks Cro., don't even want to watch the clip - don't like fisticuffs, especially amongst those of tender years.
ReplyDeleteNot really a female sport. I did actually quite enjoy my boxing days, probably because I usually used to win.
DeleteMe either !
DeleteThat is horrid! I couldn't watch too much. Those poor little kids…can't possibly have chosen to fight, they looked about 3 yrs old!
ReplyDeleteThe outsize gloves made me laugh. My brothers used to box at school in the 1950s and they had one pair of gloves between them. My eldest brother said the trick was to move so fast nobody ever got near you which is what he did. My father boxed at the same school in the 1930s and the gloves were probably his handed down. I used to watch amateur boxing with him on Grandstand on a Saturday afternoon and actually quite enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteMy ploy was to rush at them, and keep hitting until they dropped. It seemed to work.
DeleteThe unspeakable things we do to children.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was younger, we sometimes got into fistfights with friends or bullies. Some I won, some I lost, but never had a chance to done boxing gloves, nor the desire to do so.
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