The English village I was born and raised in had a football team, and a clubhouse on the edge of the field. The players and village locals would gather there for a pint of beer and a chat.

 

A friend of mine looked after the club and served  beer and refreshments from behind the bar.

One day three bikers entered the club, and one in particular an obnoxious individual proceeded to make everyone's life a misery.

 

My friend left the bar and approached him.

'Would you mind toning it down a bit you are upsetting the clients"

A torrent of bad language followed his request.

 

He returned to the bar and the scenario continued.

 

"I'm afraid I am going to ask you to leave"

 

The obnoxious one put on his biker helmet and proceeded to leave. On his way out he approached the bar and beckoned my friend to lean forward in the pretext that he wanted to whisper something, and promptly head butted him fracturing his nose and creating a lot of blood.

 

Someone called out " quick phone the police" a couple of the football players responded. "no, they can't do anything we know who they are and we'll deal with it"

 

The biker came from a local town and the football players were waiting for him the next day. After giving him a dose of his own medicine, they left him lying on the ground with a warning. If you give us any more trouble the next time it will be six months in hospital.

 

End of story.

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