[Closed] who'd win in a fight, you or your dad?

I'm built like my mum. He wouldn't stand a chance (against either of us).

This thread makes me sad...

I'd take him down in a heartbeat, and whats more I'd enjoy it.

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I'm generally a very placid character and would never deliberately pick a fight with anyone. I suppose in a bizarre sort of way i owe everything I am today to not wanting to be anything like my father.

My dad is 6'6" tall and at his prime was 18stone of muscle.

He's 75 now much the same height and weighs 24 stone.

I'm 6'1" weight 12 stone and wouldn't have stood a chance, then or now.

i'm about a foot taller than my dad and have been since i was about 12, but neither of us are fighters at all, we'd probably both try and talk our way out of it. so for us... stalemate.

Me, but only because when he was 48 my father was riddled with cancer and had already lost one eye to it.

Me. He never tried hitting me again. I was eight.

6', 14st and healthy vs 5'8", 11st alcoholic chain smoker

I think I'd have to be sporting and give him some sort of weapon...nothing sharp though...

My dad is a potter, so from all that wedging and throwing he's stacked. I look like Bradley wiggins post tour...

Can't we both be in our prime? I'm too old for fighting now, and I suspect he was at my age too.

My Dad would have kicked my arse.

Me. He never tried hitting me again. I was eight.

Dont know never met him

He's 90 years old in October and still my best mate, cannot think of any reason I would ever fight him, even hypothetically.

But, as he made me go to Judo & Jitsu from age 12 then I suspect I may have the upper hand as he never did. Although he was a fit bloke at my age.

😆 at johndoh. Can you imagine being beaten up by an 8 yo?

he was a pisshead and i do martial arts so it would be quite short and rather one sided. Tbh i think i could evade him till he had a heart attack, wanted another drink or needed a pee.

Tbh i think i could evade him till he had a heart attack, wanted another drink or needed a pee.

😀

This thread also makes me sad. 😥

My dad was a dude, he died when I was 18, in his youth he was a wild one, he used to tell these amazing stories and it was always one of his brothers doing these crazy things. I only found out after he died that it was him who was the crazy man.

He fought in the war as well and I am pretty sure he took some peoples lives, he never talked about it apart from the bits when he was wounded (shot in the stomach) in the Anzio campaign. Funny stories about being stationed on the East Anglian coast and shooting at mines that they would sometimes see. They hit one once with the Bren Gun he said it knocked them all flat and he instructed the gunner to clean the gun fast, a short time later the C.O. turned up demanding to know what the explosion had been.

My dad could of kicked my ass every which way but he wouldn't of he was a caring honest decent loving man. I still miss him.

My dad was an ex-soldier of a special variety. He'd win one-handed.

Blokes were tougher years ago. My dad was in the Army and was a good boxed I understand. He would have battered me without a doubt.
Sadly not around any more.

Edit: this thread makes me sad as well

I'd stand and take a beating rather than raise my hands to my dad..
RIP dad...
Sad thread +1

I'm taller, better reach, probably fiter than he was, he's more compact maybe a bit more weight behind him. Just don't think I've got the fighter instinct, after a couple of punches I'd be all "can't we talk about this instead?" he's quite hardy I on the other hand am a fanny, he'd probably kick my arse

Me 6'1" 15st ex para, and doorman. Dad 6'8" 20+ stone viking lunatic. it would be close for the first 15 seconds or so after that i'd be unconcious. 🙂

Khani +1

Screw it I would take a beating off of all your dads to just have another minute with mine 🙁

me.. when My dad was 38 he'd been dead for 3 and a half years

piknmix +1

Pic n Mix +1

I suppose in a bizarre sort of way i owe everything I am today to not wanting to be anything like my father.

+1

Would never have fought with my dad and he never even raised his voice to me we were the best of friends

My dad was in the Army and was a good boxed I understand

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My dad won a scholarship to the grammar school and had to run a gauntlet of abuse most days on the way home, until the day a couple of lads threw mud on his uniform.

His mum, my grandma, wept in the shop when they went to buy it because they didn't have the money to pay for it without severe hardship.

He went home, took his uniform off, got into his old clothes and exacted clinical, and extremely harsh physical revenge.

When his dad, my grandad came home and heard the tale, he went to see the parents of the lads, and the uniform was washed, ironed and returned in time for school the next day.

Both my dad and my grandad would beat me senseless when in their respective primes, yet neither ever raised more than their voices to me.

Times were different, for sure.

DezB - Member

at johndoh. Can you imagine being beaten up by an 8 yo?

Well, he'd already driven my sister out of the house by smacking her in the face a year earlier. I think me hitting him back was a shock too far.

last time i saw my Dad I was 16 and he was in a straight jacket in a cell but that was nearly 40years ago and a year later he was dead so I'll give him the benefit of the doubt

Phil, can I ask what made you think of this thread?

FWIW my Dad has my utmost respect and I would never try to harm him, I would take the beating. Although TBH he got to a boxing final in the armey and I can't remember the last time I had a fight so he would win anyway. He is 76 and cycling LEJOG, starting next week, target 55 miles a day, camping en-route and raising money for Devon Air Ambulance. Go Dad!

Phil, can I ask what made you think of this thread?

Irishman that was/ is harder than a coffin nail. I'd give myself about 30 seconds

don't know but my son could absolutely batter me, I'd be down and out and toothless before finishing the sentence "Hey son fancy a fight".

Some have taken it a tad too seriously. To be expected on here.

Given the direction this thread has taken: I was speaking purely hypothetically and yes, it is nice that he's still around for me to be able to make the judgement without a sense of sadness at his passing or anger at his living.

I presumed the idea of the thread was to compare relative fitness levels of then versus now, nothing to do with whether you'd actually want to fight your dad.

[i]I was speaking purely hypothetically[/i]

Well, there was me thinking that was the whole idea!

Screw it I would take a beating off of all your dads to just have another minute with mine

I don't know that I could / would want to go through the pain of the loss again

[i]I was speaking purely hypothetically

Well, there was me thinking that was the whole idea! [/i]

well me too, but I just wanted to make sure it was clear in case my Dad read this.

sorry to hear that this thread has dredged up some bad and sad feelings for some posters 🙂

My dad could of kicked my ass every which way but he wouldn't of he was a caring honest decent loving man.

+1 My old man fought in the far east against the japs, never spoke about being in action (was wounded pretty badly) and never, ever laid a finger on me, despite me being a proper little shit.

It just seemed a bit of a strange thread for someone with Phil's profession to start...

My saddest memory is of my Dad losing his temper, gesturing like he was going to smack me (he hardly ever actually did, I certainly can't remember any incidents throughout my childhood), me standing my ground as a stronger fitter 20 year old and him backing down fearfully. He looked so sad and kind of broken, I guess knowing he shouldn't have lost his temper but also that he was physically fading away. I wish I hadn't acted like that but I think the fight or flight thing kicked in and I instinctively knew the physical balance of power had shifted. He died a few weeks later during recovery from his third open heart surgery. We were very close but he did have a short fuse and I was belatedly going through my difficult teenage phase.

Well, that was fun.

I don't know that I could / would want to go through the pain of the loss again

I'm not over the original loss so wouldn't make any difference to go through it again.

He wouldn't have stood a chance - he'd been dead 15 years (I'm 45). The most ironic thing was that his name was made famous by The Bionic Man. Oh the hilarity as a child of the '70s; "I bet your dad's the Bionic Man...". Funnily enough, if he was my age, you might struggle to tell which was which in a fight we've always looked the same.

Never had a fight in my life so no idea.

However - when I first met my dad (well, since I was 4 yrs old) I was 21, that was around 21 years ago and I believe he is around 21 years older than me coincidentally!

I saw pictures of him when he was 21 and we were identical - to the point where it could have been a photo of me on the wall of that bar in Hong Kong. At 42 though he was overweight and drank a lot. I'm approaching 42 and have never been fitter - I do drink far too much though! He's now in his 60's and I sincerely hope I dont become the frail arthritic shadow of a once fine figure of a man that he is now.

So, no fighting, but a comparison of how we have measured up so far.

Both of us are passive and anti-antagonism, so a scrap would probably take ages and be punctuated with 'sorry' and 'ooh, mind yourself'. It would be a truly pathetic sight.

We did physical violence once, when I was about 15. It quickly turned into pushy-pushy stalemate.

Never been in a fight and skinny as hell. Dad.

It's an interesting thread, and quite poignant. Doesn't matter if that was intentional on the part of the OP.

I didn't know my dad when he was in his forties, he had buggered off by then. I've spent most of my life making sure I didn't emulate him in that respect, including not drinking heavily, so I'm probably in better shape now than he was at this point.

My dad vs me. I win by knockout in round 1. He never played any sport seriously. Drinks way too much, smoked into his 40s and never exercised.

My granddad however, different story. He's 90 and blind in one eye and I'd still think twice before taking him on. He still tills the fields and rides his bike to the market everyday. I offered to pump up his almost flat tyres and replace his 1950s bike when I visited him last year and his response was "don't touch it, there's nothing wrong with it". He's the reason I played any competitive sport as a kid and continue to do so now.

You're a legend gramps. I hope I'm half the dad I am to my kids that you are the granddad to me!

Not sure. My dad worked for the BBC at my age, but spent his spare time pretending to be an engine hoist whilst restoring classic cars and is still immensely strong at 70 odd. Also, a very gentle, caring man, so as with a few others, it would be a shit fight to watch.

My stepdad though - that's a whole 'nother kettle o' fish. A navy man with a bit of a temper. Probably, he'd blooter me.

Despite me being a lot bigger than my Dad, by all accounts he was a bit of a silent assassin according to blokes in the local if anything ever kicked off (by silent, my Dad's a pretty quiet bloke but could easily look after himself) - I think our village pubs were a bit Wild West in the 80s! He was also extremely strong and fit. I'd take a battering.

To be honest I think it would still be a close run thing now if we had a rumble (which we wouldn't!).

This thread has weird freudian undercurrents the depths of which I cannot begin or even want to fathom.

Some of it's that old 'Silverback Male' thing, I think.

My wife says it's funny how I react if my son challenges me.

He's 16 now and as tall as me but not quite filled out as much as he's going to. I can't see us ever fighting but it might almost feel like that power passing between the generations thing, I guess, if we did bcause I'd let him win rather than hurting him.

When I were a kid my father worked with stone, handling, sawing and carving huge blocks of stone that were put up on the bench using scaffold planks and rollers fashioned from a brewery crate track (small rollers fixed in metal frame) used upside down. Once he'd got the stone in place my brother and I used the planks and rollers to build our own little rollercoaster! Fond memories, but fight? sh*t! the size of his arms? I would've been knocked into the next week!!

* As an aside, my little brother followed into the trade and legend has it they did come to blows once (bro was in his late teens) but neither has ever claimed the upper hand. (they get on fine now but work independantly).

Close call between the TA soldier going through sandhurst and the sport science student 6 inches taller (same weight). I think I could shade it with the extra reach but would still take a beating.

He's getting on a bit now but I hope science catches up fast enough that I never have to see him go...

Me,

As he'd been dead for 6 months at my age (40 3/4)...

Pik n Mix
Yunki
Khani +1

Well good thread. I wouldn't stand a chance despite being almost identical - even to the extent that our clothes are the same! He's spent most of his life pretending to be a wrench/strong arm & undoing nuts & bolts with his hands. Also, his whole childhood was spent getting the shit kicked out of him (jewish) until he grew to 6 ft 2 & bought a motorbike 😀 only seen him loose his temper once though when some ****y cheshireman in a bmw opened his drivers door on me when I was riding past. That's if it came to a fight, we're far too laid back to get riled up.

Unless there's no coffee mate left...

well me vs my father when I still lived at home = a draw as we both ended up in A&E.

Me - 6'4", 15 stone slightly over weight cyclist and desk jockey who plays a bit of football.
Him - 6'4", 15 stone, more muscle than flab, semi pro footballer in a time when fights were part of the fun.

I suspect he would have me but given our respective passive, laid back demeanour it would be a horrible watch for the neutrals. He's now 62, but I would still fancy his chances.

Pik n Mix - Member
Screw it I would take a beating off of all your dads to just have another minute with mine

Just this. I would do almost anything for some more time with my dad... We had our moments but he was a great man and I wish we had clashed less often - as did he. Bloody hell I feel sad.

Toe to toe, I'd be too strong and streetwise for him, if it got wrestley as a control and restraint instructor, he'd tie me in more knots than I know how to get out of.
There is a fair size difference though, I'm 6ft 14.5st, he was 5ft8 and about 10st wringing wet at his best.

I've thought a long while before posting anything here. Away from the topic, I don't get on with my parents. A traumatic childhood, full of anger and arguments and no doubt not helped by issues i didn't understand then, but am starting to now that I have had kids, has left me with so little respect for my parents that I have no feelings for them. I saw my dad a week ago. He's a frail old man now, and I am struggling to know what to feel or say if he pops his clogs, so much so I'm almost angry that he's made me feel that way by being old and frail in the first place.

Thing is, despite attempting 20 years ago to put it on the table they continue with the same traits as always and are completly blind/ignorant to how I feel.

My dad did give me a rather simple doing once. After being extremely rude to "the woman I love" (his words I have not forgotten) he gave me a lesson in why he had been a successful Royal Artillery boxer. I am such a wimp one punch and I was down. I deserved it and made sure that next time I rained in my teenage angst. Valuable lesson learned.

My dad could probably beat me in a fight now. He's 73 😳

He'd have decked me!
My dad was a "bit of lad" in his day and had a bit of a rep as a nutcase ginger. I never forget as a 7 or 8 yr old and being bitten by a jack russel, dad was non to pleased with its owner who was a bloke called chock, a builder type and a fair bit bigger as my old mans no more than 5'9" tops. It was an interesting conversation that they had...

In my perceived spirit of the thread, Dad.

A kinder, more thoughtful and calm gentleman you could not wish to meet, with no visible issues to this day that could make me do anything other than aspire to be anywhere close to his character. Not an inch of ego, bravado, or desire for anything other than the happiness of his family.

..but I once witnessed him confront someone who nipped in and robbed a parking space he was about to reverse into.

Holy crap - what an insight that was.

I miss my dad. 🙁

I'm like him in many ways - same sense of humour, similar taste in music, films and books.

He was kind, generous and generally wonderful - I like to aspire to that, but I have a vindictive and vengeful steak a mile wide, which is more from my mother.

I did martial arts, but he was nearly a foot taller than me, and I have the upper body strength of a kitten.

I kicked his arse at Wipeout on the Playstation though.

At the age I am now (42) my dad(60) was just starting to calm down a bit , he was 6'1" and about 22 stone with a 54" chest. He had a belly but the rest of him was muscle he would've knocked 7 bells of pooh out of me. Fighting has got him into lots of trouble over the years , and only just got off prison once after punching someone through one of those wire glass windows you get in pub doors.

In the last 12 months he's lost about 6-7 stone and I have to double take as he looks like a shadow of his former self.He's still a grumpy old bugger though.

but I have a vindictive and vengeful steak a mile wide, which is more from my mother.

Those of you that miss your dad I do feel sorry for your loss but some of us on here never really knew our dads

If you took him out my life it is about 4 minutes of memories erased and his influence on me was close to nil.

you have my sympathy for your loss but i am also jealous as hell that you had a good un who GAS as that is way more than I got
I will have regrets when he goes but I wont be missing him as I never had him.....that is tragic though I am ok with it now [ seeing as we seem to be doing serious as well]

Dad 45: Bricklayer
Me 45: Pen pusher

You do the maths 8)

+1 sad

I actually don't know. I'm bigger, faster and pretty well trained in martial arts. He's smaller slower but a nasty piece of work when pushed. I could see quite a long tussle in which hopefully he'd calm down and buy me a pint!

If I ever thought I could beat my dad it a fight I'd be disgusted with myself
Even if I could beat him, I would never dream of lifting a finger against him
He died in dec this year, and even if I could have I'm back tomorrow I wouldn't lay a hand on him
He was my hero

philconsequence - Member

its you vs your dad, but not you dad as he is now, as he was at your current age. who'd win?

fair fist fight, none of thems weapons

My father would kick my arse many times over as he was in "special force" in his younger days ... probably immobilize a person with some chop sticks/a pen.

I am trained as pen pusher. Take that 12 pages rules! I will defeat you with Health & Safety ...

🙂

think ill go and see my dad.
- the people saying what they would exchange for 1 more minute has made me really sad.

my dad is proper off the wall bonkers and he's brilliant.
i tried to fight him once when i was about 18 and stupid, im bloody glad he didnt try and hit me back.
men were just harder from that era in every respect. im a stonemason and at 64 he is still much stronger and much much fitter than me- it wreaks me to do a days work along side him.

love you dad

JT, lovely post.