"I love a good ruck, me" yells St Matthew's very own teenage yob, Matty Hoccom as he leads a charge of like minded hoodlums onto the Chasetown pitch. "It's where the action's at" he screams to this reporter as he hurls his beer glass at the fleeing opposition players.
Taking a break from the maul that'd broken out near the players' tunnel, Hoccom briefly explained his philosophy.
"It's all about them and us, innit. If you give them a chance to hurt you, they would, so I always make sure I get the first blow in then scarper sharpish. It's no different to playing cricket y'know. There you get eight overs to inflict as much harm on the batsman as you can - I don't bother bowling at the stumps, where's the fun in that? When it comes round to batting, pad yourself up well and get out as quickly as possible has always been my motto."
Then, just as this reporter began to gain insight into the seedy world of violence Hoccom leads, the mounted police arrive to break up the gang of thugs and as the roit police move in on the now isolated groups, leader of the gang, Hoccom slips silently away evading capture once again.
