Random Irritations

No, but played British Bulldog when in the juniors.
We used to play Murder Ball. That's where two teams line up on their goal lines, the PE teacher places a rugby ball on the centre spot, retreats to a safe distance and blows his whistle. The object of the game is to get the ball over the opponents' goal line. There are no rules.
(And yes, you read that right: initiated by the teacher 🤪)
 
We used to play Murder Ball. That's where two teams line up on their goal lines, the PE teacher places a rugby ball on the centre spot, retreats to a safe distance and blows his whistle. The object of the game is to get the ball over the opponents' goal line. There are no rules.
(And yes, you read that right: initiated by the teacher 🤪)
Just like Bulldog.
"Character building".
I arrived home one day after myself and a host of other kids, lining up in the corridor, got cracked in the face and head by a teacher storming out of a room with his walking stick telling us we we were noisy.
When I told my Dad he shrugged it off said "Well you all must have been doing something!"
😏
 
We used to play Murder Ball. That's where two teams line up on their goal lines, the PE teacher places a rugby ball on the centre spot, retreats to a safe distance and blows his whistle. The object of the game is to get the ball over the opponents' goal line. There are no rules.
(And yes, you read that right: initiated by the teacher 🤪)
We used to call that Algerian Rules Football.

How we ever came up with that name i dont know. I do remember scoring an own goal once, as an opposition player picked me up and threw me across my own goal line, whilst i was still holding on to the ball.
 
We used to play Murder Ball. That's where two teams line up on their goal lines, the PE teacher places a rugby ball on the centre spot, retreats to a safe distance and blows his whistle. The object of the game is to get the ball over the opponents' goal line. There are no rules.
(And yes, you read that right: initiated by the teacher 🤪)
We were doing that at secondary school.
At primary school in Wakefield I was playing full contact rugby league. I was in the school team when in the year below the oldest lads. That was good training for murder ball later on.
 
We used to play Murder Ball. That's where two teams line up on their goal lines, the PE teacher places a rugby ball on the centre spot, retreats to a safe distance and blows his whistle. The object of the game is to get the ball over the opponents' goal line. There are no rules.
(And yes, you read that right: initiated by the teacher 🤪)
We played that when wet and it was PE time, so we were stuck in the gym.
British Bulldog was were everyone would start at a line and try to run across a pitch (such as a small footy pitch or tennis court size) 1 person would be in the middle and try to drag one person over the side boundary. That would then mean 2 persons were doing the dragging, and so on and so forth. The winner was the last person to be dragged off the side.
Even at juniors, it became a little "interesting".
 
We were doing that at secondary school.
At primary school in Wakefield I was playing full contact rugby league. I was in the school team when in the year below the oldest lads. That was good training for murder ball later on.

My birthday is between Sept 1st & Dec 31st, which qualified me to play rugby for the year above. Sadly, I was picked to play quite a few times. Speed was my weapon, which wasn’t much use when the guys tackling me were a foot taller and a stone heavier. I was unceremoniously dumped numerous times.
 
Father in law goes to India on Tuesday, thought we'd go and see him before he goes and I can't get the car off the drive. 20 mins to get the snow and ice off the windows, dug it out and then I was just wheel spinning trying to reverse off for ages.

"You just don't want to see my dad."
 
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