Soccer Hooligan

So I'm not a really violent guy.  I would rather have been a hippie rather than a soldier in the 60's.  I think that my demeanor is fairly tame enough to raise a loving daughter.  With all this being said I might be considered a Soccer Hooligan.  The second season I signed my daughter up to play soccer I did not sign up to be the coach.  I was just the unofficial assistant coach.  I was happy with this because the new coach put me to shame.  He is a regime leader but that's for another blog.  My role would be to watch from the sidelines sometimes.  Well that didn't last long.  One beautiful Saturday morning we showed up to play a rival city's soccer team.  Mind you we are talking 4 and 5 year olds.  We split up our teams to play 2 games on 2 separate fields.  Our coach manages one field and the rival coach manages the other field.  I was "Monitoring" the field where the rival coach was at.  Well we have one player who I will Call Pele.  This south American Phenom kicks 5 year old ass all day long.  Needless to say the rival coach did not like Pele scoring at will.  I know Pele because I was his first coach in the first season of soccer.  He doesn't speak much English because he has only been in the US for about 6 months.  I almost want to be an agent cuz this kid will be a player for sure.  Anyways my Angel is no pushover either.  So they were destroying any self esteem that the other rival team had.  Kids were literally crying because our kids were not letting them even touch the ball.  The rival coach finally had enough.  She told Pele to stop doing his newest move at the time (a sliding kick).  He didn't know what she was saying so he proceeded to do it 2 more times.  Finally she grabbed his arm and told him don't do that.  You could see that he was confused.  He started to cry right on the spot.  At that time Pele's Father Pele Sr told her to leave him alone.  Being the unofficial assistant coach and Pele's previous coach I felt the need to approach the Lady Rival Coach.  I tried to explain to her that he was just playing how he normally plays and that he didn't want to hurt anybody.  I also explained that he didn't speak very good English.  At the same time Pele Sr and the Coaches husband are face to face arguing whether or not he should stop playing and if she even had the right to tell Pele to stop kicking the ball.  Meanwhile this Lady Coach rudely tells me that if he doesn't understand English he should get off the field.  By this time all the kids including my Angel are just staring at grown parents arguing.  My anger got the best of me and I went off on the B!  I never was so angry at such ignorance.  Good thing a voice of reason ended all the nonsense.  Our coach came over and pulled us apart.  At the end of the day my Angel asked Daddy why was I mad at the lady.  I explained that she said something that was not right and I wanted her to know whats right and wrong.  This might not seem right but I believe its important that I teach my daughter to speak up when she believes that there is something wrong.  Even if it means things get heated.  I  don't mind being a hooligan for whats right!