Dear MarckMy advice to those who are about to act as football referees is -Don't! Why? Hear my sad story. We have here two local teams called the Brilliants and the Valiants. They are easily the best teams in the district and in every tournament the fight in the end is between those two. And when their blood is up, they both fight to win, by fair means or foul-mostly foul. Moreover, the town is divided into two bitterly opposed factions-Brilliant and Valiants, who roll up, to the matches to cheer and jeer, and to see ''Fair '' play. The game had not long begun before I had to turn off one of the Brilliants for foul play. the team protested the crowd roared and things looked ugly, but I stick to my point, and they settled down. But they were sulky. Then the Valiants scored; the Brilliants looked sulkier still. But the fun began when I awarded the Valiants a penalty kick close to goal, y which they promptly scored again. Then all the Brilliants rushed on to the field, yelling and shouting, and went for me. I was jostled, struck and kicked down; and the match came to an end in free fight between the two parties. I am sitting up, nursing my wounds, and vowing, ''No more refereeing for me! ''
Yours in sorrow, Joe
Dear
MarckMy
advice to those who are about to act as football referees is -Don't! Why? Hear my sad story. We have here two local teams called the
Brilliants
and the
Valiants
. They are
easily
the best teams in the district and in every tournament the fight in the
end
is between those two. And when their blood is up, they both fight to win, by
fair
means or foul-
mostly
foul.
Moreover
, the town
is divided
into two
bitterly
opposed factions-Brilliant and
Valiants
, who roll up, to the matches to cheer and jeer, and to
see
''
Fair
'' play. The game had not long begun
before
I had to turn off one of the
Brilliants
for foul play.
the
team protested the crowd roared and things looked ugly,
but
I stick to my point, and they settled down.
But
they were sulky. Then the
Valiants
scored; the
Brilliants
looked sulkier
still
.
But
the fun began when I awarded the
Valiants
a penalty kick close to goal, y which they
promptly
scored again. Then all the
Brilliants
rushed on to the field, yelling and shouting, and went for me. I
was jostled
, struck and kicked down; and the match came to an
end
in free fight between the two parties. I am sitting up, nursing my wounds, and vowing, ''No more refereeing for me! ''
Yours in sorrow, Joe