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Weirdest one I ever had was someone trying to mug me coming of a train late one night at Redfern; only 1) I was alot bigger than him and 2) the Punching bag I was carrying over my shoulder 120lbs was probably bigger then him. I couldn't stop laughing at his mind boggling bad choice. I mean I even looked like a boxer back then; I wasn't - I was training for a full-contact, knockdown karate tournament doing maybe 30 fights a week and all I could think of was a village somewhere is missing an idiot.
The trouble for hooligans is that one day they will pick the wrong person and really regret it. I've trained with a little girl who broke two guys legs when she got mugged at an ATM. She told me later she just him them by reflex once she realised she was being attacked; then she got angry and decided to hurt them - only they didn't get back up! Three blows - under 2 seconds - four broken ribs - two broken thigh bones and a very pissed of martial artist. There are some serious folk out there - why be rude to anyone?
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