Game
23, 2016-17
I'm cycling to the game and already there's
a fight going on, but only between summer and winter. A chill breeze cuts
across a silent Sunday afternoon, while a brittle sun struggles to find cracks
in the clouds. The result: the comfort of festering autumn and the dying of the
leaves. It's back to long-sleeved shirts for the next five months at least.
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| Oh Christ, the fucking ref's banging on about autumn again. |
I'm also thinking about all the things that
could go wrong today. You try not to expect anything bad ahead of your games,
but I last refereed today's home team 18 months ago. On that day I red-carded
three of their players in the last 12 minutes of a fractious and filthy adult men's match that
ended with them losing 1-0 to an injury time penalty. After the game I had to
lock myself in my changing room while a drunk representative of the club banged
on the door...
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