Dont get him angry.....
Just when I thought I had nothing of any importance to add something happened yesterday that I think is worth entering in this week’s QOTW.
My son is in a football team and as such I have had to say goodbye to things like a weekend lie in bed and will spend many a Saturday and Sunday morning stood at some park in the arse end of nowhere watching a team of kids slowly learn the rules of football.

While his team has only just got together there are a number of other teams in the league that have a long team experience and also more fanatical parents that will sap most of the idea of the game and spend their time yelling at the fruit of their loins to “play better or will be walking home”*. One of the aforementioned teams turned up this weekend when a fleet of cars arrived carrying a team of kids wearing a green kit and squad of parents wearing the accompanying training tops and long football coats in matching green and black. Upon closer inspection I also saw that each car had its own team car sticker in the back too.

Turns out that the matching dressed parents was one of the only highlights of the day with our team being beaten 8 – 0. Our side took it all in good spirits and chalked it up as one to learn from. We were then approached by the opposition manager who requested that we should have another game as the team had travelled a fair distance and some of the strikers believed that they could get their goal tally into double figures.

Rather than be pissed off at being classed as a pushover team our manager agreed and after a quick break we started again. To make a long post a little bit shorter the team my kid was on seemed to, well, play like a team and managed to win the game 1 – 0. Satisfied with the win our team all cheered and met up at the centre half to shake hands with the opposition and settle down for a team talk before packing the kit up. The idea of fair play wasn’t on the agenda for the opposition keeper though.

Allegedly this little tyke had not been beaten so far this season and letting a goal in had hit him pretty hard. He had at first started to cry about it but after the final whistle went he flew into a rage. The little sod started kicking the goalposts until the plastic support for the netting cracked and fell out of place and then grabbed one of the corner flags and pitched it into the nearby waterlogged ditch. The mini hulk decided that his final target was going to be our teams refreshment stand and charged toward that screaming. Thankfully one of his family members grabbed him before he got anywhere close to the place (I was actually stood at the stand drinking a cup a soup and flirting with a few of the mums that ran the place- I was totally oblivious to the little buggers path of destruction until afterwards).

I did get to see the little spawn of the devil being dragged to the car by his parent while he thrashed around and managed to dint a part of his parents car bodywork while being bundled into it. As we were packing up what was left of the pitch and fishing the flag out of the nearby ditch our teams goalie said something that I found quite amusing; “Imagine if I did that every time I let one in. We wouldn’t have anything left”.

Why the hell do parents push their kids like this and why do they let them cause such damage before trying to stop them? (The parent that grabbed him was sat behind the goals he was in and willingly let him break the posts and throw the flag into the sodding water before doing anything). Apologies for length

(* True remark said by a bloke who genuinely meant it- the fact that the team was away and this meant the poor little sod would have to trek a good few miles didn’t seem to phase the stupid parent)
(mon bison powered by magnets, Mon 11 Oct 2010, 12:59, 4 replies)

Ah...
The beautiful game. Innit?
(Vice Admiral Sir Charles Cockbrush KCB MBE DSO, who is finding it increasingly difficult to log into b3ta.com wants to duck your aunt and kick your puppy, Mon 11 Oct 2010, 14:32, closed)

Why?
Because they are thick cunts who shouldn't be allowed to breed.
( stopmeandslapme Cometh the hour, cometh your mum, Mon 11 Oct 2010, 14:42, closed)

OTT Football dads
do you laugh or cry?

I'd have spitroasted the little shit with the corner flag.
(Scary Ghost, Mon 11 Oct 2010, 15:36, closed)

Well
My plan was to spang the little fucker with the cup I was holding if he started doing anything to the stand but thankfully I didnt have to thanks to his dad eventually getting round to doing his job and controlling the little demon.
(mon bison powered by magnets, Mon 11 Oct 2010, 17:25, closed)