Games
18-19, 2017-18
In Saturday's U15 game, I swear I didn't
make a single mistake, although the conditions were perfect - bright sunlight
on an artificial field in a league of above average quality. Even the coaches
on the team that lost 8-0 said, "Well reffed," although when games
are this one-sided the intensity takes a dive. You're relieved at the hassle-free
game, but you also think, "Well, I'm not going to remember this one in a
week's time."
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| The fat, the thin and the knackered - back in the reserves (Pic: Westfälische Nachrichten) |
On Sunday it's back to the familiar proving
grounds of the city's reserves leagues. The men who only play for fun, but
never seem to be having any. The average, the bad and the hopeless. The
unsightly, the unfit and the sporadically unhinged. Speaking of whom, there on
the bench as substitute and assistant coach of the home team is my old friend
Danny, whose antics on the touchline at a youth team game early last year earned
him an ordering off from me, and a fine of €150 from a disciplinary hearing. Along
with a stern verdict from the jury that they didn't want to see his sorry, scrawny
ass ever again.
"New club, Danny?" I ask as he hands
me the player passes. "What happened - did your old team finally kick you
out?"
Want to read more? Click here to order Reffing Hell: Stuck In The Middle Of A Game Gone Wrong by Ian Plenderleith (Halcyon Publishing), published on August 8, 2022.
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