Stephen Clarkson remembers stopping a terrorist attack at the Glasgow Airport back in 2007.
It was when he got up that I realised he was an attacker. …
He tried to get to the jeepâ€™s boot â€“ apparently, it was full of petrol bombs. The police were trying to stop him, but he kept kicking at their legs. As they fought, they moved towards me. One of the officers used pepper spray, and my eyes were streaming. The next time I opened them, this lunatic was coming in my direction.
When youâ€™re involved in something like that, itâ€™s hard to remember afterwards exactly how it went. You just act on instinct. My partner, Gillian, had recently passed away, after battling cancer. I had watched her fight like hell to survive, and these characters were trying to take peopleâ€™s lives as if they meant nothing. It enraged me, as did having pepper spray in my eyes, to be honest. So I went for him.
As soon as I hit him, I knew that he was going down. I donâ€™t mean to sound blasÃ©. Heâ€™d been doing these commando-style moves to fight off the police, and he seemed well trained, but I grew up in Glasgow: it seemed natural to me that a wee forearm smash would sort it out. Iâ€™m not a street fighter, but I know how to look after myself.
I threw my full weight into it. My arm and shoulder met his chest and he clattered down. I stood on his legs while the police cuffed him. One officer shouted at me, â€œWho are you? Get out of here.â€ That annoyed me. Who am I? Iâ€™m the one whoâ€™s just put him on his backside. …
Iâ€™m a builder, and went back to work the next day. Iâ€™ve honestly never lost a momentâ€™s sleep over what happened.
HT: Glenn Reynolds.
Another version from 2007. Smeaton must be referring to Clarkson when he says: “some guy banjoed him.”