s基礎練習　サッカーの思い出　♯3453 (Pixiv Fanbox)

🐯練習練習φ(*ﾟωﾟ´*)🐯 practice practice practice

水泳の話でも少し触れたけど、私サッカーも習ってたんですね。

習ってた期間は5歳6歳の2年と8歳～10歳の計4年。

幼稚園のサッカークラブは知らぬ間に入れられてて、2年通ったけどやる気が無いから何一つ身につかなかった。

お遊戯の延長みたいなものだったから苦痛自体はそんな無かった。

上級生に尻の穴の匂いを嗅がされた事は覚えてる。

問題は小学2年生の時に入団した地域で有名な「スポーツサッカー少年団」

ここが全国大会常連のガチガチのサッカー集団だとは知らず

安易な気持ちで入団してしまい2年間の地獄が始まる…

親の「○○君と○○君がサッカー始めるんだって、月謝も安いしやってみる？」

この一言がとんでもねぇ罠だった…

私はサッカーに何の関心も無かったけど、数少ない友人の二人が始めると聞いて

「もっと仲良くなれたらいいな」という気持ちで「やる」と答えてしまったのだ。

その甘えた考えは一瞬で砕け散ることとなる。

初回は自転車で3人一緒に行こうねって約束して、私が友人宅に迎えに行くと

友人の母親から「え？二人はもういったよ…」と

平静を装い一人で向かったけど、裏切られた気持ちで涙が溢れてきたのを覚えてる。初回からして最悪だった。

というか今思い返すと私はこの二人のことが苦手だった。

初回からバカ広いグランドをダッシュ交えて3週させられ、その後30分かけてウォーミングアップ。ここはヤバイ所だと痛感。

ガチの運動部以上に過酷な練習メニューで、初心者コースとかも無かった。

練習は毎週土日3時間みっちりしごかれる。

当時は土曜日も学校あったし、サッカーのせいで気の休まる日は無かった。

定期的に他チームと練習試合もあってそうなると丸一日潰れる。

何よりコーチの暴言暴力が酷く、殴る蹴るは日常茶飯事

今なら間違いなく逮捕され全国ニュースになってる😂

私も後ろから突然蹴り飛ばされて転倒したり、スパイクでよく蹴られてた。

常にブチ切れてるマジ○チジジイだった。

苦痛以外感じないから上達もほとんどせず、ずっと2軍。

自分の方にボールが飛んでくるのでさえ怖かったのに

なまじ背丈が大きく体力があったせいでやりたくもないFAをやらされてた…

腕を骨折してサッカーを3ヶ月休めた時は幸せだったなぁ🥹

一緒に入団した友人二人もやはり苦痛だったようで

一度だけ3人一緒に練習をさぼった事がある。

口裏を合わせたおかげでさぼった事はばれなかったが、私は帰り道自転車で転倒

こめかみから流血する怪我を負った。

今思い返すと友人は二人一緒に休むことが多く、サボってたんだと思う。

私もその後一度だけ一人でさぼった事があるが、友人二人が告げ口したせいですぐ親にバレこっぴどく怒られた。

ここまで読んだ人は疑問に思う事でしょう

そんなに嫌ならなぜ辞めなかったのか？

辞めさせてもらえなかったんだよ!!😂

私だって嫌だ嫌だとだだをこね、辞めたいと何度も訴えてましたよ。

なのに母の「自分からやるといったものは最後までやりなさい」

というスパルタ教育方針により無理やり続けさせられてたわけです。

最後ってなんや？スポーツ選手か？😖

この件については今でも納得できないし、教育方針として絶対に間違ってる。

経験した上で子供が楽しめるスポーツを続ければ良いだけで

嫌なものを無理に続けさせても上達しないし精神的虐待でしかない。

このような積み重ねが私の心を蝕み、後に凶行に走らせることとなるが

それはまた別のお話。

4年生になり相変わらずサッカーを嫌がる私に激怒した母が

「そんなに嫌ながら今から電話してやめさせてやる！！」

と電話した事でサッカーは突然終わりを迎えました。

私は「やだ～辞めたくない～」とか言ってたような気がするけど

内心めっちゃくちゃ喜んでました。実際辞めて良い事しかなかった。

これから親になる人がいるかはわからんけど、親のエゴで子供が楽しめないものを無理やり続けさせちゃあいけないよ…心が壊れちゃうからね😂

I mentioned swimming a bit, but I also learnt to play football.

I learned for two years when I was five and six years old and for a total of four years when I was eight to ten years old.

I joined the kindergarten football club without knowing it, and I attended for two years, but I didn't learn anything because I wasn't motivated.

It was like an extension of the playground, so the pain itself wasn't that bad.

I do remember senior pupils making me sniff their arseholes.

The problem was that when I was in the second grade, I joined a famous regional 'sports football' team.

I didn't realise that this was a hard-nosed football group that regularly competed in national tournaments.

I joined the group with an easy heart and the two years of hell began...

The parents said, "XX and XX are going to start playing football, the monthly fees are cheap, why don't you give it a try?"

This was a terrible trap...

I had no interest in football, but when I heard that two of my few friends were going to start...

I said 'I'll do it' with the feeling that it would be good if we could get used to each other better.

That naive idea was shattered in an instant.

I promised that the three of us would cycle together the first time, and when I went to my friend's house to pick her up

My friend's mother said, "What? They've already gone..."

I tried to act calm and headed off on my own, but I remember feeling betrayed and bursting into tears. It was the worst first time.

Or rather, now that I think back on it, I wasn't very good at these two.

From the very first time, they made us do three weeks of dashing around a ridiculously large field, and then we spent half an hour warming up. I was acutely aware that this was a bad place to be.

The practice menu was even tougher than in a serious sports club, and there was no beginners' course or anything.

Practice was every Saturday and Sunday for three hours.

At the time, we had school on Saturdays and there were no rest days because of football.

We had regular matches against other teams, which would ruin the whole day.

Above all, the coaches were very verbally abusive, and punching and kicking was a daily occurrence.

Nowadays, I would definitely have been arrested and it would have made the national news.

I was also kicked suddenly from behind and fell over, and was often kicked with spikes.

He was a real old man who was always pissed off.

I felt nothing but pain, so I hardly improved and I was always in the second team.

I was even scared of the ball flying towards me.

I was forced to play FA, which I didn't want to do because of my size and physical strength...

I was happy when I broke my arm and had to take three months off football 🥹.

Two of my friends who joined the team with me were still in pain.

Once all three of us skipped practice together.

Thanks to our backroom dealings, we didn't get caught skipping, but I fell over on my bike on the way home.

I fell off my bike on the way home and suffered a bleeding temple.

Looking back now, I think my friend was skipping because we often rested together.

I also skipped school once after that, but my parents found out and were very angry because my two friends told them about it.

If you've read this far, you're probably wondering.

If you hated it so much, why didn't you quit?

They didn't let me quit!!! 😂

I was also complaining that I didn't like it and wanted to quit many times.

But my mother's Spartan education policy of "If you say you want to do something, you must do it until the end" forced me to do it.

I was forced to continue by my mother's spartan education policy of "finish what you say you'll do".

What do you mean by 'finish'? Are you an athlete? I was a sportsman.

I still don't agree with this and it is absolutely wrong as an educational policy.

Just continue with a sport that the child enjoys after the experience.

Forcing them to continue something they don't like won't help them improve and is just mental abuse.

The accumulation of these things will eat away at my mind and lead me to commit violent acts later on, but

But that is another story.

In the fourth grade, my mother, who was furious with me for still hating football, said to me

'If you hate it so much, I'll call you now and make you stop!

I called her and that was the end of my football career.

I think I said something like "Oh no - I don't want to quit".

But inwardly I was really happy. In fact, quitting was only a good thing.

I don't know if any of you are going to become parents, but you shouldn't force your children to continue doing something they don't enjoy because of your ego... it will break their hearts.