Steed

cowardice? i don't think so, mate. you can try and throw a punch my way, but you better drop me with it, because if you don't the next thing you know you'll have the mancunian monster on you like a bad suit and, for your lack of consideration, i'll be slamming you into the bloody pavement before i mount your crumpled mass and pound you with so many lefts, you'll be BEGGING for a right.

of course 'tis better to give than receive as manco says, but what i have no patience for is some light-footed fairy dancing around in front of me stabbing fruitlessly into the wind before he reaches his own inevitable demise, which i can assure you will be most unpleasant.

if some unfortunate sob is unskilled enough to provide ample facial real estate for my incoming fist, than i say: cheers! that just means i don't have to get me f***ing pants dirty.

i don't care if you know how to bloody punch or not, if you don't know how to grapple, i'm going to put you down, chicken-wing you and break your f***ing arm off, which i will then use to spank your tourist girlfriend.

cheers