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Sunday, 4 April 2010
Fights & Enemies
17:46 | Posted by
Louise Sopher
The crowd is screaming, booing and cheering all at once, and their voices are so tied together you can't tell which is for you and which is for your enemy.
And the truth is that you have made an enemy. You've made one without even trying. You've made one without ever wanting one. You've entered a fight - right now your trainer leads you to the ring, and the ongoing screaming cries ever louder - and you've not even been trained.
But now you've got to learn to punch. And you've got to punch good.
Smack. Your against the ring. It hurts. Like hell. Blood and sweat, stinking and dripping and - you punch back once.
Your enemy slips out the way. Skilful. Better than you. Probably better than you'll ever be.
You want to curl up in a ball and sleep.
Smack.
Smack.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Give it all. All or nothing. You gather what little you have left, and that consists of anger. Screaming, you are, in your head. Screaming.
And the crowd too. Louder and louder. You're standing there, a life-long enemy facing you, his eyes dark and devilish. You're standing there, facing an enemy you never wanted and never meant to have, and you punch him. And you get smacked.
Finally! There it is! The magic pill; the red or black life-saver; the health box in Crash Bandicout; the pill that means energy. Why rely on it? So weak, so silly, to rely on something so artificial. Especially for a fighter. Not a born fighter no: a made one.
But it works, doesn't it? It works. Smack. Smack. Smack.
One more, okay?
Smack.
And he's down. Down and quiet and sleeping, and you're standing there, finally - the first fight you've ever won - smiling, laughing, cheering with the crowd and jumping up and down as though you've just been born.
He'll be back, that enemy of yours. You know it. Enemies always are.
So for now until the next fight, Time.
Winston Churchill:
Woodrow Wilson:
And the truth is that you have made an enemy. You've made one without even trying. You've made one without ever wanting one. You've entered a fight - right now your trainer leads you to the ring, and the ongoing screaming cries ever louder - and you've not even been trained.
But now you've got to learn to punch. And you've got to punch good.
Smack. Your against the ring. It hurts. Like hell. Blood and sweat, stinking and dripping and - you punch back once.
Your enemy slips out the way. Skilful. Better than you. Probably better than you'll ever be.
You want to curl up in a ball and sleep.
Smack.
Smack.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Give it all. All or nothing. You gather what little you have left, and that consists of anger. Screaming, you are, in your head. Screaming.
And the crowd too. Louder and louder. You're standing there, a life-long enemy facing you, his eyes dark and devilish. You're standing there, facing an enemy you never wanted and never meant to have, and you punch him. And you get smacked.
Finally! There it is! The magic pill; the red or black life-saver; the health box in Crash Bandicout; the pill that means energy. Why rely on it? So weak, so silly, to rely on something so artificial. Especially for a fighter. Not a born fighter no: a made one.
But it works, doesn't it? It works. Smack. Smack. Smack.
One more, okay?
Smack.
And he's down. Down and quiet and sleeping, and you're standing there, finally - the first fight you've ever won - smiling, laughing, cheering with the crowd and jumping up and down as though you've just been born.
He'll be back, that enemy of yours. You know it. Enemies always are.
So for now until the next fight, Time.
Winston Churchill:
You have enemies? Good. That means you've stood up for something, sometime in your life.
Woodrow Wilson:
If you want to make enemies, try to change something.http://www.wisdomquotes.com/cat_enemies.html
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