when my son was 4 he played on a team with Dylan, who was probably 5, but looked like he was 12.
Dylan’s dad was a real cunt. Yelling at the refs, yelling at our coach.
One game we overheard dad telling Dylan to “throw his weight around.”
Dylan did so, laid-out a kid who started crying while us parents looked on in horror and both teams took a knee.
Except Dylan, who stood and shouted “See dad! I did what you said and looked what happened!”
Dad was better after that.