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<blockquote data-quote="Bruce_ma gooshvili" data-source="post: 1099218" data-attributes="member: 74121"><p>Surely the Alpha move would have been to dribble it out of the box and go on the attack, run into the opponents box for corners etc. Then if anyone told you to get back in goals say 'or what'?</p><p></p><p>Worryingly, this anecdote has some similarities to me at a rounders match where my commitment was questioned by a PE teacher who'd previously joked why was a small kid like me (a borderline midget pre-puberty) wearing an American Football t-shirt saying 'Giants' on it. I wouldn't have minded (both were fair points), but he was about 5'2" tall and his commitment to the game extended to turning his back to the match so he could chat away to his fellow PE teachers a couple of metres behind the 'batsman'.</p><p></p><p>So every time I fielded the tennis ball, I intentionally overthrew a vicious low flying ball just past the backstop fielder's shoulder so it skelped the wee ******* PE teacher a couple of times on his back and head. Miraculously that got him paying attention to the pupils he was being paid to teach.</p><p></p><p>The teams switch sides and I'm in to bat. I give it a good old wallop and could easily have run three bases, but I just walk slowly to first base, while the PE teacher starts yelling at an inept fielder to get it thrown to first base. But too late, I'm safe. When the next batter hits the ball, I then stick my hands in my short pockets and walk backwards towards second base and a now red faced PE teacher is so engaged in a match he was previously ignoring that he starts yelling uncontrollably for the ball to be thrown to second base to get me out. I stop walking and look at him with open contempt and let the fielders get me out. Then I walk off.</p><p></p><p>That's on my pre-pubescent podium of mild insubordination at school along with being threatened with suspension for allegedly getting another pupil to nominate hymn number 666 to be sang at a morning school wide assembly (then allegedly rallying all the boys to vote for it without the teacher twigging what was going on). Spending 2hrs of the last day of term standing behind a blackboard because I refused to dance to Kylie Minogue's 'Locomotion' and chose to quietly read a Snoopy book instead rounds out the top 3. Only in school can you be punished for wanting to read a book over goofing off.</p><p></p><p>My parents were always amused how half the teachers (the good ones) thought I was a grafter with impeccable manners and half the teachers (the inept and/or bullies) thought I was the devil incarnate. In my defence, I was but a child.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Bruce_ma gooshvili, post: 1099218, member: 74121"] Surely the Alpha move would have been to dribble it out of the box and go on the attack, run into the opponents box for corners etc. Then if anyone told you to get back in goals say 'or what'? Worryingly, this anecdote has some similarities to me at a rounders match where my commitment was questioned by a PE teacher who'd previously joked why was a small kid like me (a borderline midget pre-puberty) wearing an American Football t-shirt saying 'Giants' on it. I wouldn't have minded (both were fair points), but he was about 5'2" tall and his commitment to the game extended to turning his back to the match so he could chat away to his fellow PE teachers a couple of metres behind the 'batsman'. So every time I fielded the tennis ball, I intentionally overthrew a vicious low flying ball just past the backstop fielder's shoulder so it skelped the wee ******* PE teacher a couple of times on his back and head. Miraculously that got him paying attention to the pupils he was being paid to teach. The teams switch sides and I'm in to bat. I give it a good old wallop and could easily have run three bases, but I just walk slowly to first base, while the PE teacher starts yelling at an inept fielder to get it thrown to first base. But too late, I'm safe. When the next batter hits the ball, I then stick my hands in my short pockets and walk backwards towards second base and a now red faced PE teacher is so engaged in a match he was previously ignoring that he starts yelling uncontrollably for the ball to be thrown to second base to get me out. I stop walking and look at him with open contempt and let the fielders get me out. Then I walk off. That's on my pre-pubescent podium of mild insubordination at school along with being threatened with suspension for allegedly getting another pupil to nominate hymn number 666 to be sang at a morning school wide assembly (then allegedly rallying all the boys to vote for it without the teacher twigging what was going on). Spending 2hrs of the last day of term standing behind a blackboard because I refused to dance to Kylie Minogue's 'Locomotion' and chose to quietly read a Snoopy book instead rounds out the top 3. Only in school can you be punished for wanting to read a book over goofing off. My parents were always amused how half the teachers (the good ones) thought I was a grafter with impeccable manners and half the teachers (the inept and/or bullies) thought I was the devil incarnate. In my defence, I was but a child. [/QUOTE]
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