Waiting for the other story
I could not quote you, so I am doing it this way. Although this story is about something else. The next story will be about that other event that happened back then at the two weeks school trip.
People who might want to read another story based on my last thread: @TheJester @TooSomething @turbocuckcel_7000 @bimmercel @DarkStar
This story is about that time where I tried to join the local football club.
It all started with the mere intention to, perhaps, get out a little more, to maybe join some activity. This is something that normtards always say. "Just go out brah, just find a hobby brah" and so I did.
Since I had no suitable equipment, I first had to buy some. It all began 2023 in the summer of August. I went out with my mother to buy everything necessary because I am too retarded to drive. It was like, I was just a like a little boy with his mother but I was not a boy, I was nearly 30 years old that time. Most people in the sports store were young, way younger than me and yet I was there with my mother. Other people must have noticed that for sure.
Fast forward, the day came when I made a phone call to get in contact with the local football club. The trainer told me to just come by for a trial session. At this time, nothing really bad there happened. Somebody just laughed when I had the ball. I just made 1 to 2 simple ball rolls to add a little bit of style into the game. I was not trying anything great there, just basic movements. Later on I had a talk with the trainer and he told me to join the "recreational football team" first. It was clear, that they did not want me there. I also talked to other players in the locker rooms and one told me train for myself and just do some running on my own. So much for "just find a hobby brah". So much for "just go outside and join something brah". I also asked them how I was and someone said something like "shit". He was not that serious about that and we were joking around, also even laughing at it.
I then made some more phone calls to call in for the "recreationall football team". This team is basically not even an amateur club, it is beneath that. It is basically a team where people just meet and play football for fun in their free time. It is not serious and there are also no games, no rankings, nothing. This is basically completely casual. But people there are not casual at all but, as a matter of fact, serious. Just imagine 30-40+ year old men who are also fathers who take a completely casual football team serious.
The first time I was there, was actually fine. I also had some chat with one of the players. We did talk about some stuff. From the bible to young people become more and more retarded.
The second time was the last time I ever went there. It was around October, perhaps early October and it was really cold outside. I went there with my football outfit but I had my regular shoes on. It was the only thing I had to change. I waited a long time in front of the gates but nobody came. It was also late and already dark. I made a phone call to talk to my parents, so they would not throw away the food which I would eat later on that night. They also told me to come back, so I can eat the rest of the dinner, but I did not listen to them, which in hindsight, I should have. Also something else, most likely my "inner voice", also told me to just go back, get a warm shower because it was so cold that day and just eat the rest of the dinner in front of the computer. Unfortunately, I was not listening to it. I kept standing there, waiting for them to arrive. I was checking the other football ground. Eventually there was a group already playing but I did not know it was them until I later on approached them directly and saw the trainer.
I asked him if I could join but he was even somewhat dismissive about that and asked me if "I am warm". This was my last chance to just leave, give him a good evening and just leave and everything would be just fine, but I did not do that. I changed my shoes and then the trainer assigned me into a team.
Like the other two times, other people would barely pass to me. I almost never had the ball but when I did, I would just make 1 to 2 ball rolls, perhaps a step over. Nothing outstanding, just some regulat movements to add something to the boring game which was nothing more than passing the ball - but almost never to me. This was also a reason, I would hold on to the ball for around 5 seconds because they would almost never pass the ball to me.
When all of the sudden someone started yelling. Someone started yelling at me. He did not stop yelling. I did not talk back to him, also to keep up with the game, so I raised my arm to him, signaling him "I got your messages". But this also did not stop him. He went on some weird rant. He was really emotional for some reason and in hindsight I should not have let them walk all over me like that. He was saying stuff like "that is not fun" and "you always lose the ball". Imagine a 40 year old man, a father, playing in an absolute casual football team who actually had an emotional outburst.
The only times, I legitimately lost the ball, was only one time to my own accord by doing a football trick. It was a simple trap and I took it with my heel which actually worked and was a fluid movement but the ball went a bit too far.
The other times could be seen as a foul, so this was not during my own accord and the other time was a pass to me, but the pass was so far off that I did not even recognize that I got a pass. The only thing they do is passing the ball to each other and they barely are able to do that. I am not joking, the pass was really far off, so, this was also not on my own accord, as a matter of fact, it was the one who was passing the ball but for some reason he was not called out for that.
A couple of minutes later, our goalkeeper would give me a signal to change positions, so that I would be the goalkeeper. And guess what, I was the goalkeeper for the rest of the game. Who would have thought? I did manage to make a good job as a goalkeeper. The only time where I could not prevent a goal from happening, was an own goal from another player of the team I was in. And he also was not called out for that. It is funny, that people are free to make all the mistakes and they are not being called out for it. It is because this team is not serious at all, it is the most casual football team there is. It was even so casual, the trainer tried to end the game by saying "last score is the winner". So, it did not even matter how many scores each team had. This is how casual it was. Yet a 40 year old father was so angry at me, that he went on some rant.
When the game was over we all head back to the locker rooms. It was a bit awkward. Also this time, nobody really talked to me like the last times. Even the one I had a good chat with the other time, was not talking to me. Only this other man sitting next to me did talk to me and actually recognised me as being a good goalkeeper. He was over 40 years old and also a father as far as I know. Although it was cold, I still went outside for some time. Eventually, I would change my clothings completely and then in order to not make it more awkward, I said bye to everyone by giving everyone the hand. I also said that I had to go because it was late and I was not even lying because it really was late. All those men have jobs, so I am wondering, how are they able to get up tomorrow? They are also drinking alcohol in the locker room. Anyways, this was basically the story. I just got a message the next day from the trainer, telling me that I should not come back and that was it. I never went back.
What can be learned here? Never take shit from anyone. Always talk back, even if it is uncomfortable. It is actually a good thing when it is uncomfortable. Make it as uncomfortable for them as possible. @Grodd
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