From perpendicular to parallel in a matter of seconds. Grass hangs off her face, attached by sweat. A small dribble of red blood stains the skin below her nose.
”Sir, that’s a foul!” cries the coach.
“You suck” is what I heard.
“Coach, there was an advantage” I replied.
“Shut up before I card you” is what I meant.
“There was no advantage!” coach yelled back.
“You suck” is what I heard.
“Coach, cool it” I respond.
“One more word and your getting carded” is what I meant.
“You’re ruining the game. Your anti-soccer!” the coached yelled, visibly angry.
“You suck” is what I heard.
“Alright coach, I’m carding you” I calmly tell him.
“You SOB” is what I meant.
Stubbornness, refusal, poor communication, ugly, anger.
It was a foul.
