32 Quotes About Richy-horsley

Usually with a couple of these shots the word ‘Goodnight’ would show up on their forehead, but he was still on his feet, but backed up and then I battered him with a flurry of combinations: right, left, right, right, right and a sweet right hand and he went down. For good measure, I booted him in the head and turned around and walked fast in to the pub away from the scene.

That was the trouble with working the doors, too many crybabies; you were always in a ‘no win’ situation.

Thank God! He went down in front of the bar on the tiled floor. BANG! The fat bastard, he shattered both knees with the weight of him. My hands were in just a little bit of pain, but I was driven on to keep punching his fat head in by the gratifying squeals I was eliciting from him and, broken hands or not, with the coup de grace… I knocked him out.

I’d only gone and whacked his front teeth out and they’d stuck in my hand, I still have the scar to this very day. A few weeks later, I got banged up for it; he never went to the police until two weeks later. Somebody had put him wise about getting compensation from the Criminal Injuries Board. Anyway, the CPS (Crown Prosecution Service) kicked it in to touch as a ‘no go’ case.

As they carried him out, one of his mates came back in and said to me, ‘Do it too me, go on, fucking try it with me.’ I obliged and I flattened him as well and he was laid out in the ambulance next to Big John heading for the casualty department.

Why hang about in long drawn out fights, you want them to be over as quick as possible and I was blessed with a pitiless punch that sorted the men out from the boys. The only drawback to having such a vicious punch is that my hands have been broken so many times over the years.

After about five minutes had passed, I went outside and they’d gone. When I checked my hand to see if my knuckles were swelling or any bruising was coming up I got a shock, there was false tan on my knuckles! I still chuckle about that to this day.

Fear was keeping this loon going, as he was scrambling under the tables in this packed club, it was as if he was in a Carry On film and trying to hide from me. As the bouncers arrived, I was putting the boot in to the plonker without much success. He was like a bumblebee on speed!

He was very cock sure of himself. He came at me and threw a big slow right, but he was so slow that he had telegraphed it to me and I’m ready for it and block it. I put a couple of big jabs on him and he went down like the Titanic, maybe quicker.