Every time mate. Add in the fact that there was six black fellas and two Turkish lads that were fairly dark skinned in our group. Four lads were ex services who had done the Falklands. My mentally unhinged self and several other cranks. Like brothers . All fearless, Peckham boys that grew up together and all part of our mob at Wall. We never budged regardless of numbers. Part and parcel of wall is the outnumbered bit. Twenty proper game lads against thirty that ain't all game is not a disadvantage. If you can rattle there front line and put them on the back foot you are more or less onto a winner.
We never needed an excuse once in a boozer down there. Never took longer than ten minutes before the racist shit started. Was like a starting pistol for us. What you doing with the Monkies lads???,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, You what mush? What';s with the monkies?? I remember sticking a small table over this bozo's nut. First whack his minces started spinning, he chucked a wayward clump at me so i nutted him and pinged him again with the table. Out cold- 20 or so to go
All off now. What was interesting was there was other casual lads in the boozer. Once it kicked off they sided with us and steamed into the squaddies. OB eventually turn up and everything simmered down. The gaff was wrecked. It looked like the floor of a butchers shop with sawdust everywhere.