I had never played soccer in my life until after my sophomore year in college. I don't think I had ever actually even kicked a real soccer ball until then. I was a fat defensive lineman spending a few weeks at a hostel in Poland with some friends.
Some guys asked us to join a game one day, but we didn't know the rules.
The guys tell us "you can't use your hands, but you can kick the ball, "head" it, or stop it with your chest. Other than that, you just try to kick it in the goal."
So I say, "That's it? No one tries to tackle you when you have the ball?"
They say "Oh, no. You can try to slide past someone, but you MUST hit the ball....if you just trip them, it's illegal."
That fucking game was easy as shit. I just fucking walked down the field, put my arm out if someone tried to steal the ball....kicked it back and forth between my feet until I got by the goal....then I kicked it in.
The other fucking team kept trying to pass it back and forth between each other or do some kind of weird "bobble-ball" shit with their feet. We'd just wait until they tried to pass it, steal the pass, then walk down the field and score again.
Once it got to about 20-0 or so, the other guys refused to play anymore....said we were cheating.
They said that you're "supposed to" pass the ball back and forth......apparently so the other team can steal it, I don't know....but they refused to play with us anymore because we just held our arm out and walked down the field, kicking the ball a little bit at a time the whole way. If someone got close, we'd just put our body in front of them and the ball.....it's not like they can hit your or anything...they have to just stand there and watch you score again.
I haven't thought about that in a while, but we laughed our asses off whenever we'd talk about it.