Ah, soccer—where a guy takes a little tap on his ankle and falls to the ground writhing around like he’s been hit by a shell from an 88mm Flak gun. Three minutes later he’s back to running at top speed.
Holding up a yellow card has got to be the gheyest move in soccer. If someone commits a foul, throw a ***damn yellow flag in his face, stop play, and announce to the crowd over the PA, who the douchbag is and what he did. But no. The officials, or whatever the hell they’re called, have to prance in there with their ghey ass yellow cards held up high.