Sunday league thug

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During the 80s my team's local rivals were a bunch of Pompey supporters, they knew I was a 'scummer'. Ten mins into the game I was looking at my broken tibia sticking out of my leg. I remember both the manical laughter of the bloke who "tackled" me plus the screams of our manager on the touchline to "run it off". I then got told off at A&E for bleeding everywhere.

Sunday League was great though. A few mins before the end of our first ever win (after about 20 attempts) our opponents captain picked the ball up and left the pitch saying he wasn't going to lose to this load of ****, and it was his ball anyway. The ref let us finish, and win, with a plastic thing. The captain was of course censored and fined, by himself, as it turned out he was the local league's secretary.
Similar to this I played in goal and was known to a Pompey supporting packed team. Was going ok until I went for cross near the penalty spot, caught the ball and was then clattered in mid air from behind. No bones showing, but two.broken ribs as a result. Strangely, the annual.game between Pompey supporters and saints supporters seemed civilised in comparison, but I don't think this happens anymore which is a shame.
 
where's Tom? He must have some stories.

This'll get his attention...

Referees are w@nkers!! All of them!! And they don't have a bloody clue what they're doing!! They have no friends and stupid boring hair. And they run funny because they are not real sportsmen, just power-needy traffic warden types. None of them are married or have girlfriends, they are asexual, train-spotting, shandy-drinkers.
 
This'll get his attention...

Referees are w@nkers!! All of them!! And they don't have a bloody clue what they're doing!! They have no friends and stupid boring hair. And they run funny because they are not real sportsmen, just power-needy traffic warden types. None of them are married or have girlfriends, they are asexual, train-spotting, shandy-drinkers.


What was the label this evening, Black.? <laugh>
 
What was the label this evening, Black.? <laugh>

Actually, I only had half a bottle of wine, during a long evening, 4-5 hours with friends. And one pint of beer. And that is the most I've drunk for a considerable time. I haven't been drunk drunk (memory-loss, weird Koeman's corner rants), since before July. And I've gone over a month without smoking.

So there! :1980_boogie_down:
 
Actually, I only had half a bottle of wine, during a long evening, 4-5 hours with friends. And one pint of beer. And that is the most I've drunk for a considerable time. I haven't been drunk drunk (memory-loss, weird Koeman's corner rants), since before July. And I've gone over a month without smoking.

So there! :1980_boogie_down:
I like the month without smoking bit. Especially as you've had a swig of alcohol, because one always weakens a tad. Me - former smoker. :)
 
I like the month without smoking bit. Especially as you've had a swig of alcohol, because one always weakens a tad. Me - former smoker. :)

Everyone has their own way of quitting I guess, but mine was surprisingly unadventurous. When I felt the urge, I would go outside to my normal spot, but instead of lighting up, I would just close my eyes, and take in a huge breath of air - hold it a while - and then release. I would do this for 2-3 minutes, and then the urge to smoke would disappear and I could go back to what I was doing. After a week of doing this a few times every day, I had totally lost the desire to smoke at all. Mental.
 
Everyone has their own way of quitting I guess, but mine was surprisingly unadventurous. When I felt the urge, I would go outside to my normal spot, but instead of lighting up, I would just close my eyes, and take in a huge breath of air - hold it a while - and then release. I would do this for 2-3 minutes, and then the urge to smoke would disappear and I could go back to what I was doing. After a week of doing this a few times every day, I had totally lost the desire to smoke at all. Mental.

Excellent. A technique that worked for you. I invented a different one for myself but it was psychological too and worked really well. After a week or two my desire to smoke practically disappeared. Yours was very simple but seems to have been brilliantly effective.
 
There are also lots of sunday and other junior league games that are played successfully with no major physical violence, a bit of perspective required here. I played a few seasons in such leagues and apart from the odd hothead losing their temper, the occasional scuffle i never saw anything like what this sod has done. We were often telling the ref to f... off when he gave a dodgy decision against us, but not in a malicious way it was just letting him know we didnt agree ! Refs quickly grew thick skin to this sort of thing. Cant remember who the PM was but it would have spanned both parties - but at least i now know who to blame for my bad tackles !