I have an example of each, and both involved my daughter's soccer team and the same opposing team.
My daughter was 12 at the time and she was playing a team from Oklahoma in a tournament. We were playing in an older division since they didn't have enough teams, and the size difference in girls was very apparent at that age. We had a flu bug hit our team and were only able to bring 9 to the game, but the team didn't want to forfeit, so they decided to play short-handed.
Our coach explained the situation and asked the opposing coach if he'd consider playing a person or two short. We'd find out later that the coach's response was, "We came he to win and that's what we're going to do."
Needless to say, we were undermanned, undersized and got completely routed, losing 12-0. The girls were obnoxious, talked ****, fouled a ton, and even trucked our keeper. The parents were also over-the-top, going crazy with every goal. They even brought cow bells. (Friendly tip, don't bring cow bells to your kid's games. You look and sound like a jackass)
Fast forward a year and we ended up playing the same Oklahoma team in the same tournament. This time, we had a full roster, a few new players and a very vivid memory of what happened the prior year.
It. Was. Glorious.
Our girls, now on a much more level playing field in terms of size, played with total revenge on their minds. We were crazy physical (4 yellow cards were given to us - which is pretty much unheard of at that age) and just sprinting to everything on the field. The coaches were jawing back and forth all game. The players were shoving and yelling at each other. The parents were yelling at each other. I'm amazed a fight didn't break out. We had the field marshal sitting between benches for most of the second half.
We ended up winning 13-0 and it is still the most satisfying dismantling of a team that I've ever experienced in person.
