Zero kicks.
Scebun punched. Sparred my last two rounds with gauze falling out of my face.
I remember my belt exams.
We fought way too hard.
Only later did I realize that what I was doing wasn’t really taekwondo at all.
We were hitting with knees and elbows.
It was basically Thai boxing.
But I trained in a basement gym.
It was completely free.
My coach was an old dude who taught all kinds of martial arts. He didn’t separate them — it was just discipline, tons of physical conditioning, and we fought with kicks, elbows, knees, and did a bit of wrestling.
It was a mix of taekwondo, Thai boxing, and something like sambo.
But officially, it was called taekwondo.
In the Soviet Union, they used to ban him from training people.
In 1984, the USSR Sports Committee Order No. 404 officially banned karate as “alien to ideology, cultivating cruelty and violence.” They shut down clubs all over the country.
They called anything “karate,” lol.
By the time I was training, it was already fully legal. We didn’t pay anything, but some guys were constantly donating money to keep the basement gym running.
It all ended when the coach passed away — he was already quite old.
It was all extremely fun and weird, lol.
A lot of people got injured, some even broke bones.
I remember the older guys just beating me up regularly.
I still lose any fight I get into.
But most likely, discipline is the most important thing I gained from it.
And a huge pile of ass-whoopings.
I’ve never fought anyone outside the gym or competitions.