Hi
This is my first post, I hope you enjoy it. It is 100% true.
The school I went to was a bit rough, it was'nt the best school in England but it was OK, it tought you right from wrong and some times how to bend the rules to get what you want.
I played in the football team up until I left last year, we were not too bad and came about 3rd in the borough league over all. There was another team that had beat us every game for the last 3 years, they had a fantastic lad who was really good and played for local teams and that, lets call him Harry. He was always the one who scored and made us loose.
He was a very fit, and decent looking lad, he obviously trained hard and worked out.
As it was our last game for our school as we would all be leaving, we made a pact that we must win. So before the game was all met to decide on tatics and plan the game, but we all came to the conclusion that if Harry was playing we were doomed. Our coach gave us his best advice and we put together a match plan, but we all knew it was going to be a defeat.
But as the coach left he said, "If only Harry could get tied up somewhere we would have a chance."
That was it, a second plan was hatched.
On the day of the match, we got on the school coach to the grounds as normal, when we arrived we got there before the other team, so we hung about and got changed, me and two mates rushed in and put our kit on ready and then waited for the others to arrive. The other team arrived and there was Harry at the front and his team mates making rather unpleasant remarks about us as they went to the changing rooms to get ready. With us was a year 9 lad, our mascot, who carried stuff and just helped out, he sat outside the other teams changing room waiting for Harry.
When Harry finally came out he handed Harry a note which asked him to report to the refs changing room, there was nobody in the changing rooms as the ref usually got changed in the staff room. So three of us hid in the changing room waiting for Harry. We heard his football boots clonking on the tile floor as he entered the wing, he walked past our room and called out. We sat still.
He then started to look in each room, as he did we hid, then he looked in the room across from our, as he opened the door, we all rushed up behind him, one covering his mouth and the others all pushing him into the the deserted room.
In the room was benches down both side of the room, with a metal frame on the wall with hooks on them for hanging your gear and in the middle was another row back to back the hoks on the same type of frame.
With the three of us he was no match he fell into the room and we forced him on to the floor. He was forced face down on the floor, one lad held his legs while I sat on his bum and another lad sat at his head over his shoulders, he started to try to struggle and shout, but nobody could heard him.
A length of rope was produced and the lad at his head, grabbed both his arms and forced them together behind his back, he wriggled and struggled still shouting for help. I managed to hold his arms together while one lad, tied a loop around his wrists and then passing the end between his arms and hands, pulled any loose tight and tied it off. His hands were held very tightly, I was a little concerned it may have been too tight, but for our plan to work it was necerssary.
The another length came out and while I sat on his back, my mate made another loop ready for his ankles, but before he could do his work, one of them said, I want a trophy, we aint gonna see them any more, so it was desided to have a few bits of his gear to remeber the matches we had lost.
I noticed he was wearing a very nice pair of Adidas Worldcup football boots, which I had always wanted, I spoke up and said I want his boots, so one of the lads, said what size are you, Harry just swore obsenities so he untied his laces and pulled them off. Errr size 8 any good Chris, yea there'll do nicely.
Ok I want his socks and shin pads said one of my mates and with that, his socks came off and his shin pads. Then the last lad said right I'll have his shorts, this was followed by another round of swearing and abuse, which I think made matter worse for him, so we moved round so his shorts could be pulled down but still keeping his digaty of his under wear covering his bottom.
Now semi naked, the loop of rope was wrapped around his ankles and again passed through between to take up any slack, pulling his ankles very tightly together, then the end was passed through between his arms, so I got off and his arms and legs were pulled together behind his back so he was hog tied and a good knot was made holding him very securly indeed.
He struggled about on the floor swearing abuse at us and shouting for help, but each time he pulled on the rope the tighter they seemed to get. An excellent rope job done by us.
I picked up his football boots and rechecked the size, perfect size 8. At this point one of my mates said go on dare you, they your size wear them for the match, I giggled at the thought, sat on the floor and pulled my own boots off and pulled his laces apart and put his on. They were a perfect fit.
OK now you his shinpads, so my mate sat on the floor removed his own socks and pads and put Harry's one on. We both looked at our mate and siad go on dare you, wear his shorts, they nearly the same colour as ours nobodys gonna notice, so he pulled his shorts down and put Harry's one one.
Haryy carried on shouting and struggling, we can't leave him like this he'll get somebodys attention, so I remember seeing an old basket in the hall, so I went out, found the basket and inside was old bits of kit that lads had forgotten or left behind, so I grabbed a couple of pairs of socks, a bit muddy and a bit smelly I'm afriad and came back in.
Hold his head, I rolled up a sock and put it near Harry's mouth, he held it closed a tight as he could, the sock did smell a bit so one of my mates dug him in the ribs, causing him to open his mouth and cry ouch, as he did I stuffed the sock straight incovering his mouth with my hand to stop him spitting it out, then I got another sock and wrapped it around his mouth and tied it at the back of his head, so he was gagged by the socks. His loud shouts suddenly turned into quite muffles. I got another sock and wrapped it round his face to cover his eyes, this seemed to cuase him to surenda and he just stopped trying to shout and relaxed.
We all got up and admired our handy work, on the floor was a very cute lad, hands and legs tied, gagged and blindfolded in his pants and school team football shirt.
We left the room turned out the light and locked the door.
It was funny because the other team knew there was something wrong, Harry had disappeared and nobody knew where he was. Our young mascot told them that Harry had shot off on an emergency and before he could be found, the ref said if we didn't play he would award the game to us, so we played.
We stuffed them 4-1, it was a great match even with their substitute we done well. All credit to Harry, he was a good player.
At the end of the match we shook hands and got changed, as we boarded the bus, my mate said, what about Harry, I had forgotten, even though I had his boots in my hand. So I gave the room key to our mascot the key to the room where Harry was and said, go and give this to their school mascot with our thanks. So he run over and handed them the key, he run back and jumped on our bus and we left.
I heard it took 25 mins before they realised what the key was about and they found Harry still tied up and gagged on the floor. they promised to get us for that but later that year I left, so I don't know if there was any revenge this year.
Chris