My youth soccer years....
my years were dominated by a team owned by a sponsor who claimed an interesting path as a soldier of fortune and wrote a series of books on how to kill people (available through means like the Amok Catalogue....)
he made sure to protect his dynasty through the handful of years by keeping the same kids and moving sponsorship as they aged
I was a decent goalie and also had a knack for scoring goals and when I was placed on an Italian-based team, that only spoke Italian, I was benched without reason. My father lost it, in an undignified argument that didn’t escalate, after the second benching and my youth career was over. It was good he stood up for me.