Lew Yates - Wild Thing: The True Story of Britain’s Rightful Guv’nor

About the Author

Lew Yates is a former unlicensed boxer who has also worked as a nightclub bouncer and civil engineer. He lives in Cambridgeshire.

Bernard OMahoney is the author of a number of true-crime books, including the bestselling Essex Boys , The Dream Solution , Bonded by Blood , Wannabe in my Gang? and Essex Boys, The New Generation . He lives in Birmingham.

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THE TRUE STORY OF BRITAINS RIGHTFUL GUVNOR

Lew Yates and Bernard OMahoney

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Copyright Lew Yates and Bernard OMahoney, 2007

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First published in Great Britain in 2007 by

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This book is a work of non-fiction based on the life, experiences and recollections of Lew Yates. In some cases names of people and locations have been changed to protect the privacy of others. The author has stated to the publishers that, except in this minor respect, the contents of this book are true.

A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library

To:

My late father, Bill, and mother, Gwen

My brother, Jim, and sisters, Jean and Barbara

My first wife, Jean, and my second wife, Margaret

Our children, Glynn, Joanne, Billy, Lewis, Vicky,

Danielle and Sarah-Jane

George Gilbody Snr and family, and all of my friends too numerous to mention.

You know who you all are!

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

Thanks to Bill Campbell, Kevin OBrien and everybody at Mainstream Publishing.

A special thanks to Bernie for the work he put into this book. It was a pleasure working with him.

Thank you to Peter Koster for all of the faith he has shown in me since we first met and the kindness he has bestowed upon me and the children.

Last, but by no means least, a sincere thank you and a ridiculously large reward awaits the person who returns my blue and silver dressing gown that I wore on the night I fought Roy Shaw. It was left in the back of a black taxi on a journey from St Pancras to Camden Town in 2001, and I havent seen it since. If you have it or know of its whereabouts, please do get in touch through bernardomahoney@bernardomahoney.com .

God bless and thank you all.

Lew Wild Thing Yates

CONTENTS

FOREWORD

MIDDAY, 2 MARCH 2006, ELY, CAMBRIDGESHIRE: I AM STANDING OUTSIDE THE railway station waiting to meet Lew Wild Thing Yates (real name Lewis Martindale), a huge ex-boxer, bouncer and unlicensed fighter with an awesome reputation. A large green four-by-four vehicle sweeps onto the car park. The electric passenger-door window is activated and a voice calls out, Is that you, Bernie?

Like the man I am greeting, I had once worked as a nightclub doorman in Essex and London. The cycle of violence perpetrated by gangs in clubs and elsewhere has never and will never change or end. A group of young villains will make a name for themselves by committing some sort of diabolical act against another human being. After a brief spell at the top of the heap they will either be imprisoned or taken out by a more powerful gang. The names change, but the story always remains the same.

Its no different with many of the doormen who are employed to try to control these gangs: they often end up forming gangs, or firms, themselves. A formidable new bouncer will arrive on the scene, punch his way to the top and ultimately fall in a bloody heap. I know, because I have witnessed the scenario many times, my former business partner Tony Tucker and his two associates Patrick Tate and Craig Rolfe being prime examples. One day Tucker was working as a bouncer, driving a second-hand Granada and living in a modest semi-detached three-bedroomed house; the next he and his associates were importing drugs, rampaging around nightclubs and believing they were Mafia Dons. Inevitably they were all found shot dead. Their bullet-riddled bodies were discovered in a Range Rover, which was parked down a deserted farm track. I think the police were more concerned about the vehicle not being taxed and that the deceased driver was disqualified than the fact three drug-dealing thugs had been murdered. The police knew their passing wouldnt bring about the end of mindless acts of violence being committed in and around nightclubs or the cessation of the drug trade in Essex. Within weeks other hopefuls would replace them, ensuring that the cycle remained unbroken.

Very rarely somebody does manage to rise to the top and, against unbelievable odds, walk away unscathed. Lew Yates is such a man. During my time as a bouncer with Tony Tucker and the firm that became known as the Essex Boys I heard a lot about the legendary big Lew Yates. But I have always associated legends with myths and thought the remarkable stories about him must be either made up or, at the very least, embroidered.

Big Lew, went one of the stories, would put his hands in his pockets and ask the troublemakers to go away or he would knock them out. They would usually be drugged up, pissed or feeling lucky and refuse to leave. Lew would then say, Pick a hand, left or right. Seconds after the person had sneered and uttered their choice, they would be lying horizontal on the pavement, having being knocked out by the fist they had been foolish enough to choose. Others would talk about Lew fighting four or five men single-handedly, defeating them and remaining unscathed.

I used to think that no man was capable of such punching power or, even if such a man existed, that somebody would have stopped him with a gun or a knife. These stories just had to be bullshit. I now have to admit, after meeting and researching Lew Yates, I was totally wrong. I have spoken to Lews friends, former sparring partners, former colleagues on the door and a few of the people who have been stupid enough to call his bluff. Every one of them had a story to tell that usually included Lews ability to end a fight with just one punch. Love him or hate him, one villain told me, Lew is one hard bastard. He punched me so hard in the head I started to imagine that the wife was good-looking. This mans wife was with him when he spoke to me, and all I can say is that Lew must have hit him very, very hard indeed. In addition, as I had guessed, Lew has had attempts made on his life, but even when confronted with knives and guns he has displayed remarkable courage.

When I got into Lews car and shook his shovel-like hand, I wasnt sure what to make of him. This man mountain looked extremely dangerous; he oozed violence. He certainly wasnt the type of guy you would want to upset. But Lew was polite and good humoured, and went out of his way to make me feel welcome.