Didsco's orienteering stories - Part 2

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More orienteering stories from Didsco (part 2)

JWOC 1997 Belgium: As always JWOC ended with a massive party, where everyone wanted to get pissed and laid. All us British guys got seriously drunk, however one of our guys really went for it ,the legend ‘Tom Hart’. The poor guy had not had a good week, he’d run really badly in all the races, so like most of us he was aiming to console his sorrows in a pretty bit of skirt. Problem is the pretty young girl he was after wasn’t so keen on him, she’d found another guy, a Swede. Tom was drunk and didn’t like that, especially the Swedish bit – so he picked up a bike and threw it at the poor guy, by sheer luck the poor Swede managed to duck just in time to see the bike sail over him and smash straight into the IOF committee sitting on the table behind! By chance the coach of the team from Israel, a rather big man, saw bad boy Tom Hart in action and decided to stop him, he grabbed him and pinned him down to the floor after a hard scuffle. By then I’d arrived, never to far from the action, obviously concerned for my friend I dragged the Israeli coach away from Tom. Tom ran away, and the poor Israeli had unfortunately been on the receiving end of right hook and was left with a bloody lip……The story doesn’t quite end there, some months later my dad is watching the 6 o’clock news. A news report comes in from Israel after yet another suicide bombing. The BBC proceed to interview the Israeli Chief of Police……my dad recognises him, yes its none other than the poor Israeli coach.

JWOC 1996 Romania: While on the subject of the legend Tom Hart we might as well carry on. Here we were at JWOC in Romania 1996, the summer of EURO 1996 and Gazza’s soccer revival and the famous dentist chair. We’d run badly again, and I mean really bad, so it was time to drown our sorrows at the local disco. Once again poor Tom was involved in a small drunken scuffle. The local Romanian police were called, not really people to mess with I promise you. The police arrived, at least 7 of them, and were ready to cart poor Tom away in their rusty old Dacia van for interrogation. Naturally I couldn’t just stand by and see my friend carted away. How could I get these police to lighten up and give Tom a chance? Well of course Tom is Gazza’s brother isn’t here. Well that’s what I told them. “He just likes the beer like his bro”. Worked like magic, the police broke out into laughter, and started imitating the dentists chair. Within a minute the Romanian police were on their way back to the station in their shitty van happily waving and pretending to drink beer. Tom was saved. A classic.

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