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23 Shin kicking

Cotswold Olimpicks, Chipping Campden

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Enjoyment - 60%
Success - 25%
Will try again - No

First timer’s recommendation – Wear football socks or tight trousers so you can stuff as much straw in as possible, and walking boots (not steel toecapped) would help you more than my old trainers did.

For my second venture into Merrie England after football at Workington, I chose the annual Cotswold Olimpicks, held on Dover’s Hill just outside the village of Chipping Campden. The most famous event at the games is the shin kicking world championships, where entrants wear a traditional smock, stuff straw down their socks to absorb the blows, and then proceed to try and boot each other in the shin and throw their opponent to the floor. It’s a cross between judo and really violent footsies.

I drove up on the day, but should have made a weekend of it as the village and surrounding area are picture-postcard Britain at its best. There was a big crowd out for the games, which started with a traditional opening by someone dressed as Robert Dover (the games have been going since 1612 and held their 400th anniversary the same year as the London 2012 Olympics). Comparable events are held at Much Wenlock and Stoke Mandeville (hence the mascot names for 2012), but this was the only one I could make in 2016, so I paid my £6.50 to enter and sat down to watch the first event, the Championship of the Hill, part of which is shown in the video. This consisted of four teams of five competing in four different events, with the winners eventually being decided on a sudden death round involving space hoppers and fairy liquid, which is probably slightly different from in 1612.

Next up was the shin kicking, in which eight of us stuffed as much straw as possible down our socks and trousers, and entered the ring, which was in a way a much smaller, grassier version of the Colosseum, and with less chance of suffering a brutal death at the hands of a legionnaire. I was drawn against a local, who had previous form, and could be best described as an baby-faced oak tree with legs. He adopted a pretty strong stance, and it seemed that while my kicks barely registered on his shins, every one of his swept a leg from under me. I managed to hold out longer than another newbie in the other quarter-final being played next to us, but eventually lost 2-0 in a best of three. The straw padding was undoubtedly essential as I had decent-sized bruises to both shins and ankle afterwards, making the drive home a tricky one.

 

There was loads more going on at the Olimpicks, with a climbing wall, archery, jousting, arm wrestling and a torch lit procession at the end, and I would recommend a visit and making a weekend of it.

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