While playing hockey once I was hit by a stick and knocked unconscious.
It was in a hockey pitch near Headstone Lane. Fr Louis was the referee and when I recovered he sent me - unaccompanied - on a bus - to Harrow Hospital to have my seven stitches and a tetanus jab.
No one even asked if I was ok. I can't believe I sat on the bus in my hockey kit, holding a handkerchief to my head, bleeding, and no one from the school came with me.
But it made us tough didn't it. Sort of.
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