Long time ago, I was 21, playing early round US Cup match for an amatuer club team in Queens, NY. There was a younger guy on the other team, too young and inexperienced for this match. He was still with his youthful body, not muscled out yet and most of the guys on the pitch were 25 to 30. I tackled him hard a couple of times and his father started screaming at me from the sideline. There were a couple hundred people there, opponents were a Turkish team, a real tough crowd at a city field covered with glass and rocks... not Wembley.
I got sick of the old man yelling at me and I gave him the finger behind my back. That flipped him out. He went bananas and started throwing rocks at me. Ref stopped game and people were trying to restrain the guy while I laughed at him, raising the temperature even more. Everyone was focusing on this guy going crazy, so I took advantage when no one was looking at me and I lowered the front of my shorts, showed him my d!ck, and motioned like "hey, this is for you". Not a wise move. He apparently started screaming that he had a gun in his car and broke away to run and go get it. My guys grabbed me and ran me to a car where one of our fans burned it out of the neighborhood, or maybe there would have been no Freddie on Xtratime right now.
Ah, the carefree days of my youth!
