Let me begin by saying I despise cheating,It just ruins peoples fun and is utterly pointless. Today though,I feel that I could grouped with this vile band of beastly brothers. I had been playing Pro 6 online all night, through to the early morning hours, and I could feel tiredness gently slipping on it's black cloak. I started making schoolboy errors and conceding sloppy goals. One last game I thought. It started badly, 2-0 down inside 10 minutes, flukey nothing goals. In a huff I hoofed it to my keeper straight from kickoff, and deliberately scored an OG. And from the following kickoff I did it again. Then I started just walking it to my own net in whilst evading my opponents furious lunges. At about 5 or 6 nil I just started pissing about in defence whilst his forwards tried to chop me. He caught me a few times and got a few yellows. At HT it was 7 or 8 nil and two of his men were off. It was then that my vile hideous plan formed. 3 more men off and he forfeits! When the second half kicked off i slowly walked towards my own goal, tantalisingly just out of reach of his snarling forwards and put it in my own net. Next time we kicked off though I walked towards my goal a bit slower, knowing he would take my delicious bait, sure enough my fearful player walked agonisingly slowly as the thundering hooves of the opposition closed him down.CRUNCH. RED CARD. 3 down two to go. Same tactic.RED. Same tactic.RED.YEEEEEES.Brackley was incredulous. Arsenal have forfeited the game, and Valencia win 3-0. And I feel a mixture of sly satisfaction, relief and shame. Am I a cheat? Is it his fault for not knowing the rules? I await your judgement.