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About 10 minutes from the end of the game they get a corner and I'm marking the right half. The ball comes over bounces around a few body parts of various people in the penalty before a skewed header sends the ball my way. It grazes my cheek and nose and goes out for a corner. When I get home I notice a brown streak on my nose. Normally this would be attributed to failed attempts at gaining a pay rise or a promotion but it was dirt this time folks. 'Goal kick' the ref indicates and points to the 6 yard box. 'Corner, ref' I helpfully point out. The ref is steadfastly pointing to the 6 yard box refusing to change his mind. The right half mentions to the ref that I've called it as a corner but to no avail. So far so good but as we stroll out to take our positions for the goal kick our centre half starts telling me to keep quiet.

'Shut up man' he says.

'Hey sportsmanship!' I retort.

'No need for Christmas presents' he says

'Recreation league!' I point out.

He mumbles something so I show him 5 fingers (well four and a thumb) of one hand and one finger of the other. I am now close to screaming at him as I remind him that we are 5 - 1 up. "5 - 1, dude I think we can give them a corner'. We've now moved too far apart to continue the increasing agitated conversation but their right half thanks me for my efforts.

I'm guessing this trait of not giving an inch to your opponent is admired/encouraged in some arenas but seriously with no danger of us losing the game you really have wonder about some people.

No game this weekend since we were rained out but the above occurred during a mid week game where the composition of the teams is mostly A league players. As Phil pointed 'A' means attitude. Good call man.

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