Coach, we referee a game that has Laws, and those Laws have to be enforced by men and women with whistles. Who is going to do it? You? You, the uneducated fan that sits on the sideline and screams at me and your players.
I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly phantom. You scream at me and you chase me off the field. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that a handball is not a foul unless it was deliberate and that offside is judged based on the position of the player when the ball was last played to him by his teammate and not where he received it.
You do not want to know the Laws of the Game because deep down in places you do not talk about at practices, you want me on the field because you need me on the field.
We use words like careless, reckless and excessive. We use these words as an indicator for the correct color of the card: you use them as words to describe your weekend.
I have neither the time nor the patience to explain my calls to a coach that constantly belittles me during a game and then attempts to shake my hand at the end of it.
I would have rather you have said “go screw yourself” and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick of a whistle and Law book and step onto the field. Either way, I do not give a dam what you think my call should have been!
I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly phantom. You scream at me and you chase me off the field. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that a handball is not a foul unless it was deliberate and that offside is judged based on the position of the player when the ball was last played to him by his teammate and not where he received it.
You do not want to know the Laws of the Game because deep down in places you do not talk about at practices, you want me on the field because you need me on the field.
We use words like careless, reckless and excessive. We use these words as an indicator for the correct color of the card: you use them as words to describe your weekend.
I have neither the time nor the patience to explain my calls to a coach that constantly belittles me during a game and then attempts to shake my hand at the end of it.
I would have rather you have said “go screw yourself” and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick of a whistle and Law book and step onto the field. Either way, I do not give a dam what you think my call should have been!
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