i felt myself go tense with the excitement of it all , as the barman leaned into me , so close that i had to stop myself from retching from the stench of his breath , now feel this , you piece of shit , and suddenly there was a bar in his hand , i could see him panting with the weight of it , the sweat formed on his forehead as he pulled it back and tired muscles readied themselves for the swing , as there was a crack , as there was a blur , as i could see the bar swing forward in his pudgy hands , as i couldnt see anything except for it rushing towards my head and then the impact , then stars , then a blur and a realisation that i could still feel pain .