Second bell goes, he storms out utterly confident, straight into my body shot, which makes him collapse. He goes into the neutral corner and promptly throws up everywhere. Needless to say as I’m writing this, I didn’t get stabbed, and his sh*t eating smirk left in a hurry Manchester on the Salford border a driver turned across my path without looking: my motorbike went into the side of her car. Cop car comes. Driver lies about it, saying I was on the wrong side of the road, speeding, and they were only trying to park.
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