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problems with a pikey earlier on. They had been given the usual verbal threat of him coming back to sort them out with a few of his pals. Most of the time nothing happens it is just someone trying to salvage a bit of pride, but you have always got to be ready for the possibility that they will carry out the threat, you have to stay switched on and you’re not to let complacency set in.
Every doorman’s nightmare suddenly became a brutal reality; the guy did come back and with his pals, also they had decided to bring a claw hammer each. They then proceeded to take the place apart. They smashed everything in the pub including Garry and Alex. They were beaten to the floor and given the full treatment with hammer and boot. The two lads had a variety of injuries as you can imagine and were hospitalised for a while, they are tough lads and recovered with no lasting problems. John had survived the affair with little or no injuries he was lucky. There was something of the inevitable about that; it was just waiting to go off in that place. I remember that after the attack John had remarked that Gary and Alex had cuts and bruises all over them and that some massive bumps were sticking out of there foreheads, he then changed his mind and said that thay actually looked more like horns.
John was back with us the next week but didn’t seem to be his old self I think he was still suffering from what had happened the week before. It was getting near to closing time, last orders had been called and the two lads adopted their usual positions either side of the main doors, which was now a one way door, out only. I go in to get the punters moving when I notice that Jo the manager seemed to be having a few problems with a couple of guys. I make my way over behind them and overhear Jo tell them that she wants them to leave; one of the lads says I’m not being thrown out by a barmaid.
“Barmaid? I’m the manager”!
I don’t have to throw you out any way; I have security they do that for me, Jo says.
No poxy Doorman’s going to throw me out was the reply. I step forward and take over the conversation; I could see where this one was going.
“Put your drinks down lads you are being asked to leave.”
Fuck off was his response he had now also adopted a more aggressive attitude.
My kind and courteous manner was being perceived as a weakness and I was rewarded with abuse, violence being imminent I take the initiative.
I grab his throat with one hand and take hold of his other hand, which contains a pint glass, John has made his way over and Pete stays in position on the front door.
I push him over to the front doors where Pete puts him into a strangle hold, he was struggling away but once that hold is locked on your finished. As I turn around I was confronted by a mate of his, what we had not realized was that there were seven of them, aggrieved at the fact their friend had been ejected they all decided to converge on yours truly.
The first attacker came forward in a Boxing type pose and started to swing wildly with lefts and rights aiming them at my head. I threw a hard fast right cross it was just a natural reaction, a strike from the void perhaps. It connected smack on the guy’s chin and he did a 360 and spiraled down to the floor and out. I kept moving around with my hands in the ready position; everywhere I looked someone was coming at me. The next combatant threw a punch at John, which missed. John was more accurate with his and a hard left hand smacks into the guy’s jaw, which sent him stumbling into my direction. A right-hander from me sends him over to Pete and he is dumped outside on the pavement. The next one again adopts some form of fighting stance he was a little bigger than the others. He came forward with his fists clenched and decided to try his luck. Before he had time to think about what he was going to do I move slightly to my right and deliver a quick accurate powerful open hand strike. It was a technique that I have
Every doorman’s nightmare suddenly became a brutal reality; the guy did come back and with his pals, also they had decided to bring a claw hammer each. They then proceeded to take the place apart. They smashed everything in the pub including Garry and Alex. They were beaten to the floor and given the full treatment with hammer and boot. The two lads had a variety of injuries as you can imagine and were hospitalised for a while, they are tough lads and recovered with no lasting problems. John had survived the affair with little or no injuries he was lucky. There was something of the inevitable about that; it was just waiting to go off in that place. I remember that after the attack John had remarked that Gary and Alex had cuts and bruises all over them and that some massive bumps were sticking out of there foreheads, he then changed his mind and said that thay actually looked more like horns.
John was back with us the next week but didn’t seem to be his old self I think he was still suffering from what had happened the week before. It was getting near to closing time, last orders had been called and the two lads adopted their usual positions either side of the main doors, which was now a one way door, out only. I go in to get the punters moving when I notice that Jo the manager seemed to be having a few problems with a couple of guys. I make my way over behind them and overhear Jo tell them that she wants them to leave; one of the lads says I’m not being thrown out by a barmaid.
“Barmaid? I’m the manager”!
I don’t have to throw you out any way; I have security they do that for me, Jo says.
No poxy Doorman’s going to throw me out was the reply. I step forward and take over the conversation; I could see where this one was going.
“Put your drinks down lads you are being asked to leave.”
Fuck off was his response he had now also adopted a more aggressive attitude.
My kind and courteous manner was being perceived as a weakness and I was rewarded with abuse, violence being imminent I take the initiative.
I grab his throat with one hand and take hold of his other hand, which contains a pint glass, John has made his way over and Pete stays in position on the front door.
I push him over to the front doors where Pete puts him into a strangle hold, he was struggling away but once that hold is locked on your finished. As I turn around I was confronted by a mate of his, what we had not realized was that there were seven of them, aggrieved at the fact their friend had been ejected they all decided to converge on yours truly.
The first attacker came forward in a Boxing type pose and started to swing wildly with lefts and rights aiming them at my head. I threw a hard fast right cross it was just a natural reaction, a strike from the void perhaps. It connected smack on the guy’s chin and he did a 360 and spiraled down to the floor and out. I kept moving around with my hands in the ready position; everywhere I looked someone was coming at me. The next combatant threw a punch at John, which missed. John was more accurate with his and a hard left hand smacks into the guy’s jaw, which sent him stumbling into my direction. A right-hander from me sends him over to Pete and he is dumped outside on the pavement. The next one again adopts some form of fighting stance he was a little bigger than the others. He came forward with his fists clenched and decided to try his luck. Before he had time to think about what he was going to do I move slightly to my right and deliver a quick accurate powerful open hand strike. It was a technique that I have
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