In this time bubble, spattered with pain, it crossed my mind that I could simply just keel over here and now with the hope that it would bring an end to it all. I could see every minute crease in his knuckles as his first retracted from my stomach. My own laboured breathing filled my ears. I doubled over and in that old clichéd way, everything slowed down. Catching me straight in the middle of my stomach, the knot of tension exploded into a ball of fiery pain as the wind was knocked out of me. Through my chemical-fuelled bravado I hadn’t seen his second punch coming. “Teach him a lesson he’ll never forget!!” “Aim for the face!!!!!” my primal instincts screamed. I moved sideways, the blow skirting past my face! The adrenaline rush surged through my body, and automatically my own fists started to swing. With frightening speed he was within range. The chanting of the crowd intensified to fever pitch in anticipation of what was to come… This was going to happen whether I was ready or not. The Mexican standoff was broken as he advanced towards me, his fist clenched and ready. How had it come to this? What was I doing here? I didn’t want to get beaten to a pulp! Maybe if I tried to reason with hi… too late! I was shaking, but hoped that neither the crowd nor my opponent could see it. I could feel the tension in my muscles, that aching knot in the pit of my stomach. Everything rested on the next few moments. In that split second, I realised there was no going back now. My heart skipped a beat at the empty hatred in his eyes, the clear determination to pummel my face into the ground. My eyes locked with my opponent’s and it was a fight or flight moment. The lunchtime sunshine was so hot it was making the tar of Naylands Junior’s schoolyard melt – the acrid odour hanging in the air like the smell of impending battle. I clenched my fists as we squared off from opposite sides of the circle that had formed around us. Fight! Fight! Fight! The crowd’s synchronised chanting resounded in my ears.

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