Alright, let’s talk about them soccer fellas, the ones that ain’t got no discipline, you know, the wild ones. I’ve seen a bunch on TV, runnin’ around like chickens with their heads cut off. Don’t know what gets into ‘em sometimes, just gotta shake my head.
First off, we gotta talk ‘bout them fellas who get too many yellow cards. You see, in my day, if you got a card, that meant you messed up bad. Nowadays, they get ‘em all the time. Like that fella, what’s his name? Used to play for that team, the one with the red shirts… ah, never mind. He’d get a card for breathin’ wrong. Some folks say it’s that Ronaldo fella. Always yappin’ at the ref, pushin’ and shovin’. Seventeen yellow cards in a season? Lord have mercy! My old man woulda tanned his hide for that.
- Too much yappin’ at the ref
- Pushin’ and shovin’ other players
- Fakin’ injuries, rollin’ around like they been shot
Then there’s them divers. Oh, them divers! They ain’t got no shame. You barely touch ‘em and they go down like they been struck by lightnin’. It ain’t right, I tell ya. It ain’t honest. I remember seein’ this one fella, skinny as a rail, he’d fall down if a butterfly landed on him. Got the penalty kick every time, even though the other fella barely touched him. Drives me nuts, it does. They teach ‘em that? Fallin’ down like that? Back in my day, if you fell down, you got up, dusted yourself off, and kept playin’. No cryin’, no whinin’.
And don’t even get me started on them fellas who don’t listen to their coach. You see ‘em on the sidelines, the coach yellin’ and screamin’, tellin’ ‘em what to do, and they just ignore him. They think they know better, they do. Runnin’ all over the place, not passin’ the ball, tryin’ to do everything themselves. That ain’t teamwork, I tell ya. That ain’t how you win games. You gotta listen to your elders, that’s what my mama always said. Applies to soccer too, I reckon.
Another thing that gets my goat is them fellas who don’t take care of themselves. Stayin’ out late, eatin’ junk food, not gettin’ enough sleep. You can’t play good soccer if you ain’t takin’ care of your body. It’s like a tractor, you gotta put the right fuel in it, gotta keep it oiled up, gotta take care of it. These fellas, they eat too much fried food, too much sugar. Need to eat their vegetables, like my grandpappy used to say. “Eat your greens, boy, and you’ll be strong as an ox!” These soccer fellas, they need some greens, that’s for sure. Too much of that fancy stuff, not enough good, plain food.
Speaking of food, some of them get too big, you know? Like they been eatin’ too many biscuits. Can’t run as fast, can’t jump as high. Gotta stay in shape, gotta keep movin’. Soccer ain’t a game for loafin’ around. It’s a runnin’ game, a jumpin’ game, a fightin’ game. And you can’t fight if you ain’t got no energy.
And then there’s them fellas who just don’t try hard enough. Lazy, that’s what they are. Lazy as a hound dog on a hot summer day. They jog around, they don’t hustle, they don’t put in the effort. You see ‘em loafin’ around, waitin’ for the ball to come to them, instead of goin’ and gettin’ it. That ain’t how you play the game, I tell ya. You gotta give it your all, every single minute. Like milkin’ a cow, you gotta keep at it till the job’s done. Can’t just stop halfway through.
So, yeah, them’s the least disciplined soccer players in my book. The ones who get too many cards, the divers, the ones who don’t listen to their coach, the ones who don’t take care of themselves, the ones who get too big, and the ones who don’t try hard enough. They might be talented, they might be famous, but they ain’t got no discipline. And without discipline, you ain’t got nothin’.
Now, I ain’t sayin’ I know everything about soccer, but I know a thing or two about hard work and dedication. And these fellas, some of ‘em, they need a good kick in the pants and a lesson in respect. Maybe then they’d learn to play the game the right way. With heart, with passion, and with a little bit of good old-fashioned discipline.
And you know what else gets me? It’s them fancy haircuts and them tattoos all over. Back in my day, you had a simple haircut and you wore your uniform with pride. Now they look like they’re going to a circus instead of a soccer match. It’s all show and no substance, I tell ya. They need to focus less on how they look and more on how they play. It’s about the game, not about the bling. Like my old hen, she don’t need fancy feathers to lay good eggs.
In conclusion, I just hope these fellas get their act together. Soccer is a beautiful game, and it deserves to be played with respect and discipline. It ain’t just about kickin’ a ball, it’s about teamwork, it’s about effort, it’s about doin’ your best. And that’s somethin’ these fellas need to learn.
