bydesign77 said:
At the end of the clip, there's a ref holding a flag as he runs off the field. I hope he wasn't planning on throwing it for anything on that play. I hope he was just pulling it out in the process of hurrying up to get out of there. Because that is something he should be ashamed of if he was going to (/crossthread)
The only compelling reason for that referee to have that flag in his hand during that play was to wipe any moisture from his eyes.
Our soccer region has this program called "VIP." What it is, is a team of developmentally disabled kids (Down's Syndrome, Asperger's, autism, etc) who play teams from our region each week. One of my wife's co-workers is one of the coordinators of the program and as a favor to her -- and to give my girls some perspective -- we played them last week.
"Playing them," basically means milling around playing the pretense of defense as they score on us repeatedly. Then, the referee basically tells us when it's our turn to score -- usually after the VIPs have rang up 3-4 goals.
Folks, my girls had the time of their lives. My daughter comes walking off the field after one quarter saying "They're so CUTE!!!!! I want to take one home with me." Another girl started talking to one during the game, trying to engage in conversation. It worked in kibbles and bits; he was too busy trying to score on us.
Their goal celebrations were better than any goal celebration I've ever seen, better than anything the Premier League, La Liga or the World Cup could throw out: bear hugs, group hugs and a dogpile when one boy with Down's Syndrome scored his first goal of the season.
My girls couldn't have shown more class if I told them to. They just took to these kids like helpful sisters. They started high-fiving the boys after each goal, clapping after this one boy with severe autism dribbled further than he had during any game and cheering after "getting beat."
One of the boys, who had Asperger's, wasn't a bad little player. He dribbled really well, had some nice crossovers and rolled the ball on both feet until either shooting or passing. I went over afterward and shook his hand, telling him how much I enjoyed watching him play and how good a player he is. His father looked at me like I just awarded his son a Nobel Prize.
Never mind the 6-1 beating we delivered our opponent in our "real game." This made my day.
Excuse me. Getting a bit dusty right now.