Call me infantile, juvenile, whatever, I love a good fart and/or a good fart story. And this falls in the latter. Soccer refs have to put up with a lot of shit–mainly whiny soccer players bitching about a call not going their way, because, well, soccer players are really friggin’ whiny little cocks. Yeah I said it…wanna fight about it?
But this isn’t about whiny cocks or bad calls–it’s about a ref named Bunny Reid. Seriously, the guy’s name is Bunny, and the Portsmouth Sunday league expects the players to respect him. Because they don’t.
Well, at least one doesn’t–Levi Foster. He’s the dude on the left, getting the yellow card from Reid, before the match between his AFC GOP team and their rivals, Apsley House, had even started.
Wait, what?
Foster was having his boots checked before the match when he farted in Reid’s face. You read that right–in his face. Of course, Reid was outraged (I’d be more outraged about being named Bunny, but that’s me), even threatening to send Foster off. But an apology from Foster allowed him to stay in the game, receiving only a warning.
Levi blamed his ill-timed flatus on the curry he had eaten the night before.
And that’s why I love a good fart story.
