Game
9, 2017-18
Three days after being assaulted for the first time as a referee, you'd hope for a gentle game. Maybe a friendly in a U9
league where both teams have kittens for mascots. As it is, I realise that
weeks ago I was assigned to a City Cup first round game between two teams of
distinct ethnic origins. They hail from a part of the world far from my city,
and have been in conflict for well over a century. It's the luck of the draw.
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| Please can I ref a game in the Cute Kittens League? |
It's due to get dark around half-time, so
the home team asks if we can play the first half on their smooth and
kempt grass field (no floodlights), then move to the neglected cinder pitch,
weeds and all (but with floodlights), at half-time. The answer: no. So they
haul the wheelie out of the shed, paint the lines, and clear away the debris
from a storm the night before. What follows on this decrepit surface is the
most intense and challenging game I've ever refereed.
There are so many fouls that it's hard to
recall more than a handful of clean challenges throughout the entire match. I
play advantage multiple times just to keep the game flowing...









