She wore baby pink gloves, baby pink shoes and a baby pink helmet. She was all of six years old and truly fearsome.
Recently all the kickboxing girls and assorted partners piled into a minibus and headed west for Fight Night. We were there to cheer along two of the girls and our Leader in their respective bouts.
It was a busy card – they started with the tiny wee kids and went all the way up through the spotty teens to the fearsome grown-ups. Our team did brilliantly, but I must admit The Girl In Pink was my true hero. You would not want to try and steal her lunch in the playground. She came out with a face of pure steel, tiny gloves whirling like a windmill. Her opponent was a little boy and she truly kicked his butt.
I think I expected Fight Night to be all dark and skanky but it turned out to be thrills galore with a cosy family atmosphere. And far more civilised than my wee brother’s soccer games used to be. The parents were more encouraging than baying for blood. And the kids were so focused and respectful of their peers and their sport.
My favourite part of the night was the Theme Tunes. Everyone from the six-year-old whippersnappers to the creaky old guys got to have their Las Vegas spotlight moment – shadowboxing while the microphone dude gave a rousing intro, then strutting out through the whooping crowd as their chosen song boomed.
How bloody cool to be introduced WITH SONG. Just the ticket to get you pumped for a big occasion. I wish this could be adopted for everyday confidence boosting – I’d breeze through important meetings or dentist appointments if my entrance was preceded by a thumping tune. Kind of like Ally McBeal but less annoying.
All I’ve got to do is choose. I’ve been through all the Led Zeppelin and Black Sabbath albums, lots of 70s funk plus assorted metal, but I just can’t quite seem to nail it. Right now the main contender is Girl’s Got Rhythm by AC/DC. Imagine if you will…
Iiiiiiiiiiiiiin the red corner… with the red hair and the red face… the lack of Wonder from Down Under… Shhhiiiooorrrnaaaareeeiiiiddd…
I am spewingly jealous of Gareth’s chosen song. It is perfection – swelling opening bars to build anticipation, mega chords for his moment of introduction, followed by the ultimate strutting rhythm. Just picture the swirling spotlights and baritone:
Iiiiiiiiiiiiiin the blue corner… with the blue eyes and the baldy heid… it’s the Doctor of Destruction… the PhD of Pain… Gaaaareethhhreeeiidddd.
Michael Jackson’s Thriller is Gareth’s all-purpose theme tune. He regrets not walking down the aisle to it. He wants to have it for his funeral, with the pallbearers dressed in wolf costumes and doing all the hand actions.
What would your fighting tune be?