So is Brendon alright and what the f*ck happened? I was p*ssed to be honest so never saw anything.
Brandon is okay. Got a sore lip, sore cheekbone and a sprained ankle, but no broken bones thankfully.
So did anyone intervene? I can imagine everyone was in a state of shock and Brendon probably would not have seen it coming, who would? Are the police involved?
Anyone can give out a kicking if the victim doesn't know its coming. That's a sh*t and cowardly thing to do.
It's Brandon, not Brendon by the way.
I saw it coming. There was a good 15 minutes of him shouting that he was
going to fudge me up after the game during the seond half. none of us were blameless, and different points of view and perceptions saw things escalate out of control.
What happened was:
During the game the Nix just missed a goal. When the ball shaved the post we all threw our hands up in the air in dismay. I had a beer can that had half a mouthful left in it... almost empty. The guy next to me's hand hit my forearm as we all threw our arms up... the can got knocked out of my hand and the wind caught it and it sailed over the back of the stand. We turned and watched it, and in a one in a million chance it went straight in one of the hatches on the top of the Baxter's van.
We all initially laughed, saying "You couldn't do that if you tried! What a shot!"
The guy in the van looked up through the hatch and did the fingers at us. (Apparently it had landed in the fryer, so I can imagine why he'd have been annoyed. I imagine he assumed someone (me) had intentiuonally thrown the can and tried to get it in the hatch...).
He started gesturing to me that I should go down there to him. I said to him "What do you want me to do? It was an accident. Calm down mate.." This went on for about 5 minutes on and off.
He then came out fo the van and started yelling at me from on the grass behind the Baxter's van saying at full time him and his mate were going to get me. He went on like this swearing at me for several minutes. After telling him to calm down and let it go, and repeating that it was an accident... he said "At the end of the game bro I'm gonna fudge you up. I'm gonna hunt you down."
I told him to pierce off and calm down, and in a moment of poor judgement threw a half full can at him. It missed.
At full time him and his brother (or cousin, or mate) walked around the grandstand and walked along the front pointing at me. I stopped about 3 steps from the bottom and he stepped up and put his hand on my chest and told me he was going to fudge me up.
I told him to calm down. He grabbed my arm, wouldn't let go, started twisting it, and I pushed him... we went down a couple of steps, got up, and him and his brother/mate rushed at me grabbed me hauled me down the steps and threw me to the ground and repeatedly kicked and punched me.
Some people intervened (thank you) and pulled them off me. Red Badge came along and separated everyone and took names and numbers.
I've been to the Police station this moring and filed an incident.
When I get the file number I will write to Baxter's and the Phoenix about it.