Game
38, 2017-18
Let's say that in theory the referee
represents Reason, and that the players represent Emotion. The (uncorrupted)
referee has no interest in the outcome of any given game, as it's their job to
rationally and neutrally implement the rules.
Meanwhile, the players have only two goals
in mind - the success of themselves and their team. The desire to score and win
is driven by feelings of loyalty and ambition. Anything that thwarts that
ambition provokes frustration and even anger (I know this because I played for
40 years).
"Hey, Roald, lend the ref yer coat, will ya?" |
A referee must accept that, as the anchor
of reason, they are going to come into conflict with the mental tipping point of
performers who, in their dreams, imagine themselves as heroes, even if only for
a few hours among a small group of people wearing the same coloured shirt.
That's an integral part of the game. There are days, though, when the precarious
balance between reason and emotion makes no sense at all. Days when I'm pushed
to get emotional too.
On Saturday night it was colder than it's
been all winter - minus 7 degrees, with that same persistently penetrative wind
that's been chilling our fibres since the middle of last week. And yet again I
had the immense privilege of refereeing a one-sided U19 boys friendly match for
the vast reward of €14, while all sensible folk were huddled in front of the
football highlights or drinking beer somewhere warm. I'm sure I wasn't the only
one who didn't want to be there. That's just by way of background...
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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