my impression of soccer:
I was on a team when i was growing up. I was always the goalie. I didn't mind being the goalie mind you, I just disliked the idea that the coaches fat son got to be center when everyone else on the team was well more able to do the job of a center better than he was. His son couldn't get half awy down the field without having to take a breather. Only position he was good for was goalie, but nope, me being the fastest best ball handler on the team was goalie cause I could kick it the farthest.
Mr. coach didn't care about facts though, so he let his son be center and the rest of the team hated him for it. Coach was an idiot during practices as well and we basically practiced on our own. Sad thing was, we were pretty good compared to the other teams in the league, minus the coach and his son, so we won a bunch.
So on the championship match, as I was goalie, and the coaches son was center like all the other matches. I decided that I had had enough, and I stopped playing goalie and just stood there every time the ball came my way and let it go in the goal. Coach never took me out, so I just let them score over and over again. Rest of the team stopped playing and we watched as the coaches son tried to play the whole team by himself until the ref called it, came over over to us, asked just what the crap was going on, and then called the game after he was told the reason.
If the coach would have listened to the rest of the team liked we had tried to talk some sense into him all season long, we probably would have won it all. Best part was the after party celebration for our "victory". We didn't let the coach or his son come. I still have that second place trophy somewhere around this messy room too. Good memories.
