coachrefparent
GOLD
But it didn't really happen that way. It doesn't show the whole picture. You don't see what she did to her before. The first half nothing was called. What about the first time we played them? It was all ball...
State Cup
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This behavior is even more ridiculous given that it's bronze.
No doubt, but a parent running around shirtless waving the shirt to celebrate his kids soccer victory is ridiculous at any level of play. We had a similar 2007 game a couple years ago in an early season tourney but without the shirt waving, parking lot confrontation and the rematch. Instead, we had punches thrown (on the pitch and in the handshake line), middle finger salutes and f-bombs directed at our parents by the opposing team. A few of our players got tired of getting tackled by behind, elbowed and kicked (actions which were likely spurred on by the opposing parents instructions of "take them out" in another language) without fouls called, so they took matters into their own hands and started to retaliate. Probably a half-dozen extended stoppages of play for injuries. The AR admitted the that the CR was letting the game get out of control but claimed because of ref protocol he wasn't allowed to voice his opinion to the CR. My son was punched right in front of the ref and CR just waived if off.
Mystery Train
GOLD
A little story about sideline behavior and how I learned to chill the hell out.
First year of DD's club was u11 bronze. We were total club soccer newbies, but so were all of the parents on the team save one. Those of us who were new lived and died with the on field exploits of our little soccer girls. It was fun. We socialized with the parents, we commiserated over how we got ripped off by that ref, how we dominated the game but lost, how the other team were clearly loaded with older kids with fake birth certificates, etc. etc. But I kept noticing how that one family stayed over to the side. They never engaged in these discussions. They were very nice, but they just set up at the back corner of the field and stayed quiet. They didn't really cheer when we scored. Not even when their kid was the one scoring. They never yelled at the refs when he missed a call. Even when it was their kid who got decked by a reckless play. They didn't engage in gossip about who was moving to what team. They didn't get upset by losses. They smiled and clapped when we won, but that was about it. One day I asked the dad about his other kids. Turned out that he had a son playing Div 2 soccer on scholarship. His oldest daughter had just committed to St. John's. His middle daughter was on her 3rd club and his youngest (on our team) was on her 2nd club. But they downplayed their kids' on field accomplishments. They lit up when I asked them about college and what the kids were studying. About what they wanted to do after college. I realized then that these folks had seen and been through it all. And they knew the score...they had their priorities straight. And even when they traveled back east to see their kids play in college, I'm sure they were still as cool as the other side of the pillow.
It's like this...Have you ever seen the clip of (then coach) Larry Bird's reaction to Reggie Miller hitting the game winning shot for him with .7 seconds on the clock against the Bulls in the playoffs? Cold. Stone cold. He barely blinks. He's like, "Been there. Done that."
I realized then that I had to see the bigger picture. What was happening in those ulittles bronze and then silver and then silver elite, and then Flight 1 games didn't mean jack. The bad calls. The rough fouls. The goals scored. The games won or lost. It was the big picture of investing in my child's development that mattered, in life lessons, and in being her parent, her mentor, her guide. Not living vicariously through her. Not re-living my own athletic childhood dreams. It all seemed a lot less dramatic after that realization.
First year of DD's club was u11 bronze. We were total club soccer newbies, but so were all of the parents on the team save one. Those of us who were new lived and died with the on field exploits of our little soccer girls. It was fun. We socialized with the parents, we commiserated over how we got ripped off by that ref, how we dominated the game but lost, how the other team were clearly loaded with older kids with fake birth certificates, etc. etc. But I kept noticing how that one family stayed over to the side. They never engaged in these discussions. They were very nice, but they just set up at the back corner of the field and stayed quiet. They didn't really cheer when we scored. Not even when their kid was the one scoring. They never yelled at the refs when he missed a call. Even when it was their kid who got decked by a reckless play. They didn't engage in gossip about who was moving to what team. They didn't get upset by losses. They smiled and clapped when we won, but that was about it. One day I asked the dad about his other kids. Turned out that he had a son playing Div 2 soccer on scholarship. His oldest daughter had just committed to St. John's. His middle daughter was on her 3rd club and his youngest (on our team) was on her 2nd club. But they downplayed their kids' on field accomplishments. They lit up when I asked them about college and what the kids were studying. About what they wanted to do after college. I realized then that these folks had seen and been through it all. And they knew the score...they had their priorities straight. And even when they traveled back east to see their kids play in college, I'm sure they were still as cool as the other side of the pillow.
It's like this...Have you ever seen the clip of (then coach) Larry Bird's reaction to Reggie Miller hitting the game winning shot for him with .7 seconds on the clock against the Bulls in the playoffs? Cold. Stone cold. He barely blinks. He's like, "Been there. Done that."
I realized then that I had to see the bigger picture. What was happening in those ulittles bronze and then silver and then silver elite, and then Flight 1 games didn't mean jack. The bad calls. The rough fouls. The goals scored. The games won or lost. It was the big picture of investing in my child's development that mattered, in life lessons, and in being her parent, her mentor, her guide. Not living vicariously through her. Not re-living my own athletic childhood dreams. It all seemed a lot less dramatic after that realization.
Totally normal at Silver Elite or Gold right?
Bullshit.
Yes, I thought the AR's excuse was bullshit too, but hey that's what he claimed.
Surf Zombie
GOLD
When my 2007 DD was a U9 we played up in the U10 division at a Memorial Day tournament. 90 degrees, 4 hours between Sunday games and lots of booze in the parking lot. My DD’s team was up 5-2 or so with about 15 minutes left. Other team was frustrated, as they lost their first two and were about to lose their third to a younger team.
My daughter and a girl from the other team collided really hard chasing down a shot that bounced back off the cross bar. Other kid got the wind knocked out of her and fell on the ground crying. Nothing intentional, just an unfortunate collision.
The girl’s mother ran out onto the field to tend to her kid while all the kids took a knee. The referee was yelling at the mom to get off the field. Other team’s parents start screaming at the referee “That’s her F..in Kid!” One of the dad’s goes out on the field and two hand shoved the sixty year old referee in the chest. He falls to the ground and calls 911 from his phone while on the ground. Both sets of parents enter the field screaming at each other. Parents on the other team start fighting each other. Cop cars come flying up to the field with lights and sirens on. Game was called. Kids watched the entire sorted mess. My daughter, who was 8 at the time, gets in the car and the only thing she says is “Can we go get an ice cream now?”
My daughter and a girl from the other team collided really hard chasing down a shot that bounced back off the cross bar. Other kid got the wind knocked out of her and fell on the ground crying. Nothing intentional, just an unfortunate collision.
The girl’s mother ran out onto the field to tend to her kid while all the kids took a knee. The referee was yelling at the mom to get off the field. Other team’s parents start screaming at the referee “That’s her F..in Kid!” One of the dad’s goes out on the field and two hand shoved the sixty year old referee in the chest. He falls to the ground and calls 911 from his phone while on the ground. Both sets of parents enter the field screaming at each other. Parents on the other team start fighting each other. Cop cars come flying up to the field with lights and sirens on. Game was called. Kids watched the entire sorted mess. My daughter, who was 8 at the time, gets in the car and the only thing she says is “Can we go get an ice cream now?”
coachrefparent
GOLD
The post said there were 4 hours between games. I guess they decided this was more than an hour. It's a cultural thing, but we can't name the culture nor language...
Urban Redneck?