Because I'm surrounded by Koreans, I've been wrongfully subjected to soccer of late. Four years ago it was worse; I happened to be in Korea while they co-hosted the World Cup, an experience rather like walking into the room and seeing a beloved aunt half-naked, wasted on the floor from freebasing. Ugly in every possible way.
I was complaining to a colleague about my need for succor from soccer, and he asked why I hate soccer so much. I launched into a long rant about sportsmanship and the lack thereof in professional soccer. I pointed out that their jerseys are intentionally designed to be extremely stretchy because grasping the jersey of your opponent is both cheating and a common tactic. I told him that if he watched a World Cup match, he would, within five minutes, see one of these supposedly-world-class players faking an injuring. He did and, of course, they did.
Jonathan V. Last has expressed my objections more succinctly: the flop 'n' bawl. I hate soccer because it breeds cheaters and drama queens -- two things sports could do without.