Young mum, Lucy, stood by the touchline, watching her brother-in-law Mike, play in his village football team, her baby son Sam, asleep in the pram, and husband Andrew, next to her.
Mike, badly tackled, hit the deck. “You dirty bastard,” Andrew shouted.
The ‘tackler’, short and with a face like a scrunched-up boxer-dog, stormed off the field. “You talking to me?” he snarled.
Nonplussed, Andrew nodded. “Yeah,” he replied, and seconds later, ‘boxer-dog’ landed him a punch on the nose, starting a Venetian-red waterfall cascading down his face, and...
…‘boxer-dog’ hit the dirt and lay there as the referee ran over, grabbing Andrew around the neck. Mike pelted off the pitch, flinging his arms around the referee, dragging him back, shouting, “Get off my little brother!” The rest of Mike’s team ran to back the brothers up, and, of course, the opposition team piled off the field to join in the fun. A rowdy free-for-all brawl ensued, but...
…nobody heard the ‘tackler’ squealing, “Get her off me!” as Lucy, knee firmly in groin, bunched her fist and thumped him repeatedly, screaming, “Don’t you hit my husband! Don’t you dare hit my husband!”
Sam, you’ll be happy to know, slept on peacefully throughout.
Mike, badly tackled, hit the deck. “You dirty bastard,” Andrew shouted.
The ‘tackler’, short and with a face like a scrunched-up boxer-dog, stormed off the field. “You talking to me?” he snarled.
Nonplussed, Andrew nodded. “Yeah,” he replied, and seconds later, ‘boxer-dog’ landed him a punch on the nose, starting a Venetian-red waterfall cascading down his face, and...
…‘boxer-dog’ hit the dirt and lay there as the referee ran over, grabbing Andrew around the neck. Mike pelted off the pitch, flinging his arms around the referee, dragging him back, shouting, “Get off my little brother!” The rest of Mike’s team ran to back the brothers up, and, of course, the opposition team piled off the field to join in the fun. A rowdy free-for-all brawl ensued, but...
…nobody heard the ‘tackler’ squealing, “Get her off me!” as Lucy, knee firmly in groin, bunched her fist and thumped him repeatedly, screaming, “Don’t you hit my husband! Don’t you dare hit my husband!”
Sam, you’ll be happy to know, slept on peacefully throughout.
