Ryu, Ken and the Peanuts Parents’ Association are ready to rumble

Street Fighter (1987)

I don’t embarrass easily, which any one who has ever seen me after a few gargles will know. But when my very awkward childhood is brought up, I find myself going as red as a well smacked arse. You know, I suppose when it’s written down, my childhood of eating coins and cigarettes and being obsessed with traffic lights and wandering around naked is all very funny, but when it’s said to me and brought up in polite company it doesn’t half get embarrassing. But that’s probably the same for everyone right? Right…?

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Bow down to me, for I have not lost a single fight in my career

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Street Fighter II: Turbo (1993)

I’ve talked an awful lot before about schoolyard fights, and how they all tend to suffer from the same fate as heavyweight boxing these days: full of complete mismatches, too much grabbing and sweat and not enough wild swinging haymakers, and usually stopped way too early before any real punishment can be meted out.

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I’m sadder than anyone that schoolyard fighting isn’t the done thing anymore

 

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Mortal Kombat Advance (2002)

It’s crazy to think about, but when I look back on my days in primary school (where kids would be roughly the ages of 8 to 13), I can remember there being a brawl in the schoolyard almost every day without fail. And it’d always be the same: we’d all be sitting about in the freezing cold in our respective groups, showing each other how to trigger Missingno. or comparing Simpsons pogs which briefly made a faddy reappearance in my town (my favourite was the vaguely sinister naked Bart Simpsons complete with shiny gold finish).

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