Show No Fear: A Bouncer's Diary by Bill Carson

have control. You have to do it really quick and with power otherwise you’ll lose the initial momentum, he’s a big lad about six two and roughly 15 stones but once you have the momentum going it’s not too difficult to get them were you want them to go. Pushing him backward towards the exit with Pete going in front to open the doors, we manage with a bit of a struggle to throw him outside. We pass the manager who was looking a little concerned at what was happening, as we close the doors the manager says -
“That was a bit rough”.
It wasn’t in fact it was a very controlled exhibition of a perfectly executed ejection technique. Look, at the end of the day the guy was drunk and started to get a little aggressive who knows that last pint he wanted to finish may have just been enough to tip him over the edge and become violent. I dealt with him before he got to that stage and he was thrown out suffering an injury only to his pride. I turned to the manager and suggested to him that he didn’t have a clue what he was talking about and further more I would not try to tell him how to pour a pint of beer. My guess is that the manager was probably fairly new to this game and has rarely seen a punter being treated in this manner. As we were leaving the place the guy who had been thrown out had decided to wait outside with a friend and engaged us with a few choice words, well I think we have heard all that before and decide to ignore it. They were just a pair of pissed up pricks looking for trouble who got all their courage from the bottom of a beer glass. As we started to walk away Pete notices that they are starting to follow us.
“Ok Pete we’ll go this way across the green and into the dark if they want to have a go I’ll choose when and where”.
We take a slight detour and led them unsuspectingly into the middle of the green.
They continue to follow shouting abuse all the way. We slow down a bit because we are roughly in the middle of the green and in a nice little area, in the dark with no one else around just where I want them. We allow them to get close enough and then decide to turn and confront our pursuers they were surprised to see us turn around and face them, turning the tables as it were. The hunters now becoming the hunted, it suddenly dawned on them that they might have been lured into a trap. They had thought our bottle had gone and that we weren’t going to do anything. I turn and give the guy who had all the mouth a hard shove into the chest; Pete challenges the other guy who runs away leaving his mate alone in the dark and in the shit.
The shove was intended to do two things, the first was to get him to launch his attack there by suckering him into a powerful back kick to the stomach, which he definitely deserved after the amount of abuse and threats he was dishing out. The push away also gives you the right distance to execute the technique which I had practiced hundreds of times in the little gym, an extremely effective strike and a definite finisher when done correctly. Fortunately for him I didn’t have to use it, his bottle went completely and he also decided to run away shouting as he ran that if we touched him he would go to the police. Just like a lot of these types of “weekend warriors” when it came down to it all he could do was talk like a hard man. You have to be ready though; encounters with these types of characters can be very unpredictable and sometimes your challenge will be accepted, remember never underestimate anyone. I have a feeling that I might run into these fella’s again one day.
    Pete and I were back at our usual venue the next week, we had decided that we were only going to work here from now on, our particular way of working not being appreciated elsewhere. Jo was very pleased if not relieved to see our return she told me that there had been some trouble during the past couple of weeks and was more than a bit concerned with what was happening. Probably down to Simon