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game? Maybe the second pint had given me some Dutch courage but no-one seemed to be around so I decided to take a chance.
    I put my money into the machine and a few minutes later I had hit the top prize. Unfortunately as soon as the coins started to pour out of the machine it seemed to provoke a response from the pool room. The four young men rushed out to see who the lucky person was. As soon as they saw me I knew I was in trouble. Their leader pushed his face into mine, “Students! I should have known. Coming here and acting as if they own the place – now you are taking our money!”
    Immediately I decided that this person had a major dental hygiene problem – his breath was rancid. My reaction just enraged him even more.
    â€œDon’t pull your nose up at me you snotty little git! Who the hell do you think you are?”
    I tried to protest but dog-breath wouldn’t let me get a word in.
    â€œWell we’ve had just about enough of you and your sort. First of all we are going to take our money back and then we are going to teach you a lesson you won’t forget!”
    Dog breath smiled, showing a line of crooked, broken teeth and I shuddered. His mates took this as a sign of fear and began to cackle.
    â€œLook at him he’s frightened to death – he wants his mummy!”
    Just as I began to realise that I was in big trouble, I received a temporary reprieve.
    â€œI’ve warned you lot before – no trouble in here or you are all barred.” This short speech came from probably one of the biggest men I have ever seen – he seemed to fill the space behind the bar and even my tormentors were stunned into silence. I quickly realised that it was now or never. There was a small gap between two of the lads and I dived through it and headed for the open door. I fell out onto the street hoping that the gang had had enough fun and would go back to their game of pool.
    Sadly that definitely wasn’t the case as all four of them poured out into the street looking for me. I began to run down an unfamiliar street, trying to put as much distance between us as possible. I soon realised that I was hopelessly lost but on the plus side my pursuers seemed to be falling back. However, my brief hope was short-lived. I ran around the next corner – straight into two of the group who had obviously taken advantage of local knowledge to take a short cut and get ahead of me. As I turned the corner the larger of the two lads punched me full in the face. It felt like I had been hit by a hammer and I fell to the floor.
    Seconds later dog breath and his other accomplice arrived and I was dragged to my feet.
    â€œC’mon – bring him round here.”
    I was dragged from the street to a narrow alleyway. My head was still spinning so I found it hard to take in what dog breath was shouting at me. I felt them pulling at my pockets – taking out all my winnings and my wallet. They whooped as they saw the large pile of pound coins on the floor.
    â€œNow we have our money back,” said dog breath, “it looks like we only have one thing left to do!”
    He grinned wickedly at the rest of his group. “Hold him tight – we’ll make sure he doesn’t play those machines again for a long time.”
    â€œWhat are you going to do?” I stammered.
    â€œI’m going to break your sticky little fingers.” he laughed.
    I suddenly realised how much trouble I was in. I wasn’t bothered about the money – I wasn’t really bothered about a few punches but if he broke my fingers then I may never become a surgeon – this was really serious.
    I began to shout for help and I struggled as hard as I could. My three captors just tightened their hold and one tried to clamp his hand over my mouth. I bit as hard as I could and he responded with knee in my back which caused me to drop to me knees.
    â€œPerfect!” dog breath purred. I realised that he had