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Got to say that I enjoyed school, well the social side certainly and, to be fair, most of our teachers were great.

One exception to that was a short, arrogant, ginger, Welsh PE teacher, whose name I can't remember! Four of us were playing tennis and he was with a group of younger kids behind the court; an opponent volleyed the ball which literally hit me on the bridge of the nose, straight between the eyes. Glasses that I've always worn were smashed and I hit the deck like I'd been snipered!! I thought my nose was broken, but it was just a deep cut caused by the glasses. I obviously shouted something I shouldn't have and he started to have a go, so I told him to **** off!! Didn't go down well <doh>

Talking about PE teachers - we had one at Chew who used to love to play football with us during the PE lessons. He was a greedy bstard tbh and nobody really wanted him on his side. He wasn’t well liked in general tbh - at first.

Anyway, on one particular wet cold rainy afternoon - we were about 15 at the time - we had to play Rugby - and our year’s ‘hard man’ thought it amusing (as he always did) to wander around the ruck giving the kids dead legs. He was the bully of our school year.
If you’ve ever had a dead leg it hurts like fk.
Piney (the teacher) saw this and gave that bully the hardest dead leg I’ve ever seen - the bully was catapulted sideways like he’d been hit by a car. The bully was shocked and began to sob - Piney made him run around the perimeter of the pitch for the duration of the rest of the game.
He was allowed into the changing rooms after the rest of us had showered and changed. He was still sobbing <laugh>
Piney - forever a legend - top teacher from that point on. That bully tw@ never ever caused any more trouble - sorted.
Today in our ‘woke’ world he’d be sacked in disgrace.
 
Our PE teacher was called Killer in Chepstow school, when he dapped you and made you climb the ropes you could understand why he got that name.
The one I had in Gloucester was Mr Talbot, and if he caught you fighting he would frogmarch you to a room which had a boxing ring in it, and you had to fight each other boxing rules.
 
Our PE teacher was called Killer in Chepstow school, when he dapped you and made you climb the ropes you could understand why he got that name.
The one I had in Gloucester was Mr Talbot, and if he caught you fighting he would frogmarch you to a room which had a boxing ring in it, and you had to fight each other boxing rules.
I heard you used to fight with the girls <laugh><laugh><laugh>