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I untie the apron from around the small of my back.
"Ooh, careful Daz," says Gaz. "He's taking his pinny off."
The boys laugh. They go loose. I lift the apron over the top of my head, I toss it in Daz's face. It buys me a split second. I barge him onto the bonnet of their Jag saloon.
Gaz reacts, swinging his bat. I pick up a bin and use it as a shield. The bin spins out of one hand, but I get both on the bat handle. We wrestle for control. Daz is up off the bonnet. I rotate the bat and catch him in the face. He drops to the ground. The tyre iron clangs against the concrete. I run Gaz backwards and slam him into the nearest brick wall. I drive a knee into his ribs. He doubles over. I ram his hand against the wall and he lets go of the bat. Before I can use it, he rugby tackles me to t
