I'm changing my vote to "other".
Specifically? "None of the above".
Today I reffed a local A team v Veterans (ex A team players, older, supposedly wiser)..........in a friendly.............a charity fundraiser at that...............and then remembered exactly why I handed my licence back in a a few years ago.
Bunch of children. A team weren't bad but of course every decision was challenged but at least they let it go when I told 'em why I'd decided what I had. Not saying I was perfect, far from it - bad day at the office, didn't wanna do it in the first place but thought I'd help out.....
Just a minor example of the kind of thing today....
"You don't know what you're doing!"
"Really? I guess that means we have a lot in common then."
"Like what?"
"We're both amateurs past our best and punching above our weight, so shut up and get on with it."
Cue fucking inbred knobhead trying to work that out.
Oh and another - "Fuckinell ref, no wonder you're shit, look at the top you have on!" (LFC black away kit btw).
"You want the fucking whistle? Think you can do better?"
"Alright mate, no need to be rude."
"Uh-huh, so you think I should just kowtow and take dog's abuse all game?"
So today I quit reffing for good, that was my last ever game. I won't run the line, I won't coach either. I'm done with it. There's me thinking that so-called 'grass roots' footie still had some purity, some old-fashioned view that it's still just a game......as opposed to the overpaid 'pro' wankers thinking they're god's gift. Nah. It'a all gone bad.
Now all I need is a flask, a tartan blanket, a flat cap, some dentures and a season ticket on the Main Stand and my Grumpy Old Twat membership will be complete