Thinking about getting battered at a fencing competition this weekend, I realised that most of it was psychological - I don't tease and wind up my opponents the way they wind me up. Favourite methods include turning up in knackered old kit, claiming not to have fenced for a few years, loudly praising your opponent whenever he does actually land a hit, patronisingly giving hits away, and letting them get a few points ahead before lazily flicking your way to a 5-4 victory.
Here's a lesson in how it's meant to be, from the sublime comedy The School For Scoundrels:
and as a bonus, the slightly unhinged remix from a few years ago - John Peel raved about it.
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