As I was playing soccer this last week it came to me. This guy had just kicked me on an "accident". The next time the ref wasnt looking I accidently walked up a kneed in the balls. It is true that winning is not every thing. Along with winning there is also spite and revenge. I could have just beat him on the field, but I though it would be more fun to see him laying on the ground cluthing his precious and crying.
That was the last time two things happened. The last time their team went near me and the last he spent with his left testacle. Some think that my actions were a little bit violent, but when he kicked me it caused a lot of discomfort. I felt I did what a lot feel like doing.
Of coarse I let a goal get scored on me, but what the hell. I kicked the shit out of that asshole.
My coach was pissed off at me for letting the goal score, so I let another in just to spite him.