HarryD
Well-Known Member
There's no sarcasm intended in that title at all. Oh, and now I've hit you with a double whack of sarcasm, lucky you!
Started the season off with a 5 a side tournament with a sin bin for 3 minutes if given a yellow.
First three games, there were no issues at all. Had a laugh with the players and enjoyed it!
However, in the final game it was all different. Three minutes to go, a lengthy argument about a decision I made ended up with my first sin bin, and first yellow of the season. The numerical advantage for the other team showed as they won a penalty from a blatant trip. The response from one of the defending players also ended up with him going to the sin bin. The penalty was put away beautifully and with the game at 1-1 with 1 minute to go with a 2 man advantage was only going to end one way. 2-1 with 10 seconds to go. At which point both remaining outfielders decided to call me something different, one called me a p**** and the other called me a c***. Both were promptly sent off. With 10 seconds to go I just blew for full time there. There was an eruption of swearing at the final whistle, all directed towards me. The appointment secretary for a local league was also watching and tried to calm them down to no avail. If this is how it's going to be all season, I'm in for a long year!!
Started the season off with a 5 a side tournament with a sin bin for 3 minutes if given a yellow.
First three games, there were no issues at all. Had a laugh with the players and enjoyed it!
However, in the final game it was all different. Three minutes to go, a lengthy argument about a decision I made ended up with my first sin bin, and first yellow of the season. The numerical advantage for the other team showed as they won a penalty from a blatant trip. The response from one of the defending players also ended up with him going to the sin bin. The penalty was put away beautifully and with the game at 1-1 with 1 minute to go with a 2 man advantage was only going to end one way. 2-1 with 10 seconds to go. At which point both remaining outfielders decided to call me something different, one called me a p**** and the other called me a c***. Both were promptly sent off. With 10 seconds to go I just blew for full time there. There was an eruption of swearing at the final whistle, all directed towards me. The appointment secretary for a local league was also watching and tried to calm them down to no avail. If this is how it's going to be all season, I'm in for a long year!!