Bitch Please
I’m not too sure if I’ve mentioned it before but I’m part of a social soccer team arranged by my friend. I just came back from my…second grading game I’ve played.
The two really good players on our team had to be substituted today because they had other arrangements. Hence, I think we loss. But on the other hand, maybe the other team either cheated their way into our Grade 5 category…or they are the best team in the Grade 5 category. It was a mixed team category and so each team had to have at least two girls on field.
So the opposition had two girls and the other three guys were quite good. They were fast, co-ordinated and communicating. But they were also incredibly aggressive. This is a social category, NOT competitive. So please, put the aggression aside. Have fun, please be gentle on my foot.
I’ll be first in line to admit that I’m either THE worst girl on our team, or one of the worst. I feel like I am. I can get the ball from the opposition, but once it’s within my feet, I’m lost. I kick it to my nearest teammate. And sometimes, that is costly.
One of the guys actually said that I have to calm down. Once I get the ball, I have to calm down and think. Think. Where am I going to kick the ball. And it’s like, I am trying to think. But with the opposition cramping my style of thinking, I can’t think! I didn’t say this to him, of course. But I did take on-board their advice that once I get the ball, DON’T just kick it away. Stop the ball, and kick it in the direction you want.
But another person said that I am not the worst player because I get right in the thick of it. I’m “in their face”, word-for-word what she said. And I admit that I am slightly “in their face”. Because if no one is in the thick of it, who’s going to get it? My logic is, they see an opposition coming, hopefully they’ll lose their cool and…just kick it away. It’s better the ball be flying somewhere, than just being dribbled between an opposition’s feet. Then my teammate has a chance to get the ball.
Today’s opposition had a female teammate (as expected), who was a real fuck-face giver (unexpected). Read above regarding social category. One time I had the ball and was trying to fend her off, or maybe I was trying to get the ball of her, she kicked my foot incredibly hard. This was pains-and-needles feeling. It was painful. Not five minutes later, it happened again! It hurts. Really. I think one time, I accidentally ran into her or something, I said ‘sorry’ and she gave me a fuck-face worth an Academy Award nomination. I guess she might be pissed because the ball went away from her. Too bad.
Another time, I didn’t hear the referee whistle to stop and I accidentally kicked the ball away from her and she gave the dirty look again. Bitch, you bring that face to me, I’ll give it a nice reshaping it needs. Asshole.
All sore-loser-feelings and bitch-please aside, this was and hopefully continues to be a fun activity.
First posted at Teacup.