People used to say I could cross the ball unbelievably well for a 15-16 year old, but then the school got a new PE teacher and he was an absolute bastard. He was a divorced, bitter old cunt of a man, out for revenge against the "youth of today". He wasn't just verbally abusive, he locked one poor kid up in a cupboard knowing that he was claustraphobic. He was pissing himself all afternoon.
At the time I just thought of him as a cunt and it put me off sport altogether - similar to what you mentioned tiktiktiktik, about the "kill the opposition" aspect - now I see that it was his attempt at motivation. He was trying to make us hate him so much that we wanted to "beat him", but we were just kids. All it did was scare the living shit out of us.
A few parents tried to catch him at the school but he was always "unavailable". He would tell the school secretary to tell everyone he was gone and he would either hide in one of the unused classrooms or get into his car and drive off. It led to a lot of kids in my year leaving school 1-2 years early, the school even employed psychologists to tell us all that we were "imagining it" and "making things up" (no joke, no exaggeration), but he got away with it and continues to get away with it to this day. One dad managed to get hold of him and knocked a few teeth out, but then of course he was up in court for it.
Everything that's ever been said against the guy is quashed by the authorities immediately because there's no evidence, despite the fact that one kid taped a conversation he had with him (how the fuck he wriggled out of that one I have no idea). I remember the head-teacher saying to me "boys will be boys, men will be men" - and that was the last thing that wanker ever said to me. I was out of there the next day, no way in hell was I going back to that. You could use that excuse for anything. I had family members dragged to court over it, giving character assessments of me, if I would usually make things up, if I was just too lazy to go to school. God, that was the worst time of my life.
Thank God for college.
Anyway, there was an article in last month's FourFourTwo magazine about how children's sport is being crushed in this country from the inside out. About bad coaches and utterly mental parents putting so much pressure on their kids that - well, one lad was chased up a tree by his dad. Fucking insane.