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 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.
