Game 3, 2016-17
First league game of the season, and it's a
very local derby. The two small towns are separated by three kilometres of road,
and several fields of corn. I set off in the naive belief that it will be a
celebratory summer festival. After a lively game played in great spirit, the hearty
locals will toast each other while quaffing copious beers and chewing on browned
meat from an open grill. They won't care about the result. I picture myself
standing among them, spinning great yarns from my refereeing travels, enjoying
a couple of ales and some roasted pig before they bid me a cheery farewell.
"Sorry mate, got to go and check the corner flags." |
Well, that's how a whimsical film director
might have scripted it. The reality is as grim as the away team's assistant coach
who comes over to brief me while I'm warming up. "There's a fierce rivalry
and a lot of bad blood between our two teams," he says gravely. "Last
season we lost here 2-1 because the referee fucked us over." He proceeds
to describe in great detail what happened, something to do with a red card and
a free-kick. "Sounds like the ref had an off day," I reply
cheerfully. "It can happen to all of us. Maybe it'll happen to me today."
And with that I run off to check the corner flags...
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