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Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Catastrophe strikes - cards go missing

There were 20 minutes to go when I'd had enough of the constant whinging of the home team's skipper. I took my notebook out, jotted down his name and number and went to remove the yellow card from its usual place in the plastic wallet.
My blood ran cold when I realised the cards weren't there. I had the presence of mind to tell the player my cards were missing but that he was formally cautioned, but the issue preyed on my me as the clock ran down on a lively encounter. Fortunately for me, there was no assessor standing on the touchline taking notes: I'd have been boiled in water.
So what happened? I always do a last-minute check of whistle, coin, watches, pencil, cards and wallet. This week, I'd done the check as usual but had failed to turn over the wallet to check the yellow and red cards.
The ref's changing room - such is the glamour of a Maidstone League ref - was the corridor of a local primary school and the pitch was a five minute walk through the playground and down a steep hill, so there was no prospect of popping in and picking up the cards.
That's a mistake I won't make again.

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