Things that happened while playing football as a kid

realies wrote: »

Playing soccer on the street and when the ball goes into some neighbours garden the neighbour keeping the ball. Happened to us loads of times.

Augmerson wrote: »

I remember once going for a game against a neighbouring estate across the road, we were about 9 or 10 at the time. Anyway, most of the people who lived in this estate were fairly well-off and liked to think highly of themselves (some regular people there too with no airs as well I should say) but we went down to play a team of kids from the estate.

The other kids are all decked out in jerseys especially for the occasion when we show up. We show up in our replica jerseys or t-shirts. They have everything proper football boots, gloves. They have a team photo taken and all the parents are there, everybody is cheering them on. We just showed up for a kick around so we are wondering what the **** is going on. They even got someone to ref it and he's wearing all black ffs.

Anyway, the other team proceeds to hammer us. They are scoring goals for craic. We are all over the shop. Half-time. The other kids run over to their parents who give them oranges and ****, clapping and congratulating them and we are just standing around, kicking dirt. We decided there and then what to do.

Second half kicks off. Every tackle we go in hard. We kick the ****ing shins off people. They are still scoring, but with less regularity now. We start getting dirty. Not even kicking the ball now, just kicking legs, going for crotches. Kids start crying. Concerned parents are shouting at the Ref but nobody is sent off, not even yellows.

We concede a corner. They take it. Few of them in the box. Before the ball even comes in, everybody just starts boxing the head off each other. Finally separated, Ref sends one person off, gives a penalty. Penalty is saved! Ball is passed out to me, who proceeds to leg it to the half-way line and toe-poke the ball with all my might towards their goal. We score! We go nuts. It's something like 7-1 now. We are all hugging each other, running up and down, taking shirts off, screaming at the other side. We grab the ball, run off the pitch. Somebody kicks the ball at the parents and hits a mother chest high.

Parents run after us, it's like something out of Benny Hill. We are running out of the estate with a couple of livid, enraged fathers behind us, kicking over stuff as we go, hitting cars, running through peoples gardens, screaming and telling them to all **** off and we are the champions.

We were NEVER allowed in that estate again. All those kids would never hang around with us or play with us in school again. Even into secondary school and to this day. It was a day of infamy, we won 1-7