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Tribute to Sifu Kong Hing – 悼念私服港兴

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My Sifu did not teach me any Kuen Sets (Forms); instead he concentrated more on self-defense, as my brother and I had problems with the Kowloon Tong, the Tsim Sha Tsui Portuguese gangs, and the Wing Chun clan. He taught me the Gwa, Sau, Pau, Been Chui, and, of course, the famous “Leen Wahn Charp Choi” of Buk Sing Choy Lay Fut. The “Tau Lau” charp chui, low shin kick and the double scissors kick to the groin were among the most deadly techniques I learned from Master Kong Hing.

During all this time, Sifu Kong Hing never once mentioned tuition fees, never asked for any favors in return, and never expected me to pay for both of us when we went out for Yum Cha. He did not require that I address him as Sifu, nor did he ever put on any airs of authority or arrogance. Sifu Kong Hing always treated me more like a brother, and he understood my poor background and that I was still attending high school. He was always there for me and my brother, even if this meant going against his father’s wishes and traditions.

Soon after we started training, Kong Hing got a job near his place polishing jade. Around this same time, my family had to move from our apartment, as it was being demolished. My mother found a room at an apartment in Kowloon City, near the airport. Shortly after our move, my Sifu Kong Hing moved out to the Hung Hum district, and he got a job at the Abattoir (slaughterhouse).

During my last year in Hong Kong, I saw less of my two Sifu’s due to their jobs and time commitments. I was living very near the notorious crime area known as “Wall City”, an area that even police didn’t venture into! It was rumored that once you went in, you may never come out! This area was well known for its “Triad” (secret society) activities, which included political corruption, extortion, prostitution, gambling, and opium dens.

Many nights I used to walk on the back road near the airport to my Sifu’s place in Hung Hum, which was about two and a half miles away. Often, my trip was in vain, as I would find Kong Hing was on-shift working at the Abattoir, a few blocks from where he lived. You could sense the “smell of death” in the air and hear the pigs squealing in their last moments of life.

Sometimes, I was lucky enough to catch him at home, only to find him in a state of exhaustion from a hard days work; his trousers and long rubber boots covered and stained with blood from the slaughterhouse. My heart felt very sad to see him in this condition, and for this reason I was hesitant to ask him to train me. Often, we would just go downstairs to grab something to eat, so he could get some rest.

One can well imagine what the scene was like inside the Abattoir and how hard the work was for anyone working there. Sifu told me that when the pigs smell the blood, they panic and try frantically to escape. He would have to chase and wrestle them down while stabbing them in the throat or belly. This experience, during this crucial time of his life, helped turn his life around for the better and I know he became a much stronger and better person because of it. It took almost 20 years before things started to look up for Kong Hing. During this same period, I was trying to survive in Australia.

Some nights when I went to visit, he would unselfishly offer to show me some techniqures, or we would spar for a while on the rooftop; the only light was from the neon signs hanging on the surrounding buildings. From all of this, you can see that my Sifu Kong Hing was a humble, unselfish, and righteous man, unlike no other I have known. He was a real hero and did not boast about himself or seek publicity. His deeds could easily be paralleled to that of our Great Grandmaster, Tarm Sarm (Tam Sam).

Not long after this period in the early part of 1962, I was preparing to immigrate to Australia. This was a sad and unforgettable time in my life; having to leave my hometown, my friends, my two Sifu’s, and my fiancé of four years to start a new life in a new country that I knew little about.

– Grandmaster Lacey


Sifu Kong Hing, Hong Kong 1968

我的师傅没有教我任何权集(表格);相反,他更多地集中在自卫,因为我的哥哥和我有九龙塘,尖沙咀葡萄牙团伙,和咏春拳氏族问题。他教我的GWA,秀,加索尔,去过翠,当然,著名的北区星蔡莱笏的“利恩Wahn CHARP财”。在“牛头刘”CHARP翠,低踢小腿和双剪刀踢腹股沟是最致命的技术,我从康师傅兴了解到之一。

在这期间,香港师傅从未兴曾提到学费,从来没有回报要求任何好处,而且从来没有想到我要为我们的时候,我们出去饮茶。他没有要求我称呼他为师傅,他也没有以往任何时候都穿上当局或傲慢的架子任何。私服港兴一直对我更像是一个兄弟,他理解我那可怜的背景,而我还在上高中。他总是在我和我的兄弟,即使这意味着违背父亲的意愿和传统。

不久之后,我们就开始训练,港兴走近他的地方抛光翡翠的工作。大约在这个同时,我的家人不得不从我们的公寓移动,因为它被拆毁。我的母亲发现了一个房间在九龙城一间公寓,在机场附近。我们搬家后不久,我的私服香港兴移出到红磡区,他在屠宰场(屠宰场)找到了一份工作。

在我在香港的最后一年,我看到了少我的两个私服的,由于他们的工作和时间的承诺。我生活很称为“华尔街之城”,即使警方没有冒险进入一个地区臭名昭著的犯罪区域附近!据传,一旦你去了,你可能再也出不来了。这个区域被众所周知的“三合会”(秘密社团)活动,包括政治腐败,敲诈勒索,卖淫,赌博和鸦片烟馆。

很多个夜晚我用走机场到我的私服在红磡的地方,这是约两个半英里远附近的回路上。通常情况下,我的旅行是徒劳的,因为我会觉得香港兴于移屠宰场,从他住的地方只有几个街区工作。你可以感觉到空气中的“死亡的气味”,听到猪在其生命的最后时刻尖叫。

有时候,我很幸运地赶上他在家里,才发现他疲惫的从艰苦的日子工作状态;他的裤子和长胶靴,并覆盖从屠宰场血迹斑斑。我的心脏很伤心看到他在这种情况下,基于这个原因,我很迟疑地问他训练我。通常情况下,我们只是去楼下抢东西吃,所以他可以得到一些休息。

可想而知是什么场面就像屠宰场内,如何努力工作是任何人在那里工作。师傅告诉我,当猪闻到血液,他们的恐慌,并试图疯狂地逃离。他将不得不追逐搏斗下来,而在咽喉或腹部刺伤他们。这方面的经验,在这人生的关键时刻,帮助把他的生活周围的更好,我知道他成了,因为它更强大和更优秀的人。花了差不多20年以前的事情开始寻找为香港兴。在同一时期,我是想在澳洲生存。

有些晚上,当我去参观,他会无私地提供给我展示一些techniqures,或者我们会晶石在屋顶片刻;唯一的光线来自霓虹灯挂在周围的建筑。从所有这一切,你可以看到我的私服港兴是一个谦逊,无私和正直的人,不像没有其他我所知道的。他是一个真正的英雄,并没有吹嘘自己或寻求宣传。他的事迹可以很容易地并联以我们伟大的棋手,TARM SARM(TAM SAM)的。

这一时期在1962年年初之后没多久,我正准备移民到澳大利亚。这是我生命中的悲伤和难忘的时光;不得不离开我的家乡,我的朋友,我的两个私服的,我四年的未婚夫在我知之甚少一个新的国家开始新的生活。

– 莱西宗师


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