BOO.....wish there was a choice do you?....you may be right.
Brings back Butlins 1969, Skegness, where my eldest who was 10 years old wanted to enter the boxing competition. His opponent was a snotty nosed kid with his tattooed father holding his hand up to allow his "kid" to have some practice "swipes" I said that he could back out, but my sweet little fair haired boy elected to go in the ring against son of "Slasher"
Young sqad set onto him and made his nose bleed and had to be pulled off to save the lad from further damage.
It does them no harm.