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When I was 10, at an after-school football club, all of us boys were sitting down on the grass whilst the teams were being organised or something like that and the two coaches were frustrated about a bunch of the boys disobeying the coaches messing around and not listening or whatever. I wasn't doing anything wrong whatsoever and was just chilling next to my friend when suddenly I get a scrunched up bib thrown into my face by one of the coaches for literally no reason whatsoever other than him just taking his anger out on me. I rubbed my eyes because they went watery and my vision went blurry and then me and the friend I was sitting next to just laughed out of confusion. When everyone got up and were about to play not knowing what to do with the bib that was thrown at me I went over to the coach and and asked him what to do with it and he just stared at me silently for ages with hatred in his eyes and then pointed to the bag full of bibs.
