That'll Teach Me to Underestimate!

So, another weekend of football has been and gone and it was another case of 'The Opposites'. The games I thought were going to be uneventful, were as eventful as an Attitude Era Wrestlemania Event, (Sorry, but they were amazing?), and the sole game I thought was going to be eventful, turned out to be less interesting than watching a cow graze.

We'll start with the cows. On Saturday afternoon, after a late change of plan, I was sent to Renhold to officiate a 4-0 victory for Renhold Village over their corner shop counterparts, with very little incident and I won't even bother explaining the finer details of the match, with the main reason being, there weren't any. Incidentally, my Saturday night was spent watching 'Inglorious Basterds' for the 7th time, and eating an Easter Egg or 4, before getting to bed at an amazingly early 1.30am, in time for good old Mothering Sunday.

I have never really liked Mother's Day. The idea is good, and obviously I love my Mother very, very much, but as you've probably worked out by now, I don't do openly outbursts of affection very well. Given the trials and tribulations of the past couple of years, however, I do feel the need to let her know how much she means to me, and although every word of every card I write for her is absolutely truthful, I just KNOW that when time comes for the envelope to be thrown away, I KNOW I will sit down and think I've just written the worst drivel ever. Oh well.

Despite it being Mothering Sunday, the quota of football was still the same. Don't worry. Mum probably prefers it when she's on her own in the house for a bit, with no men around to distract her from the necessary activities. MAFC these days, not that I care, are languishing in mid-table, trying to ressurrect hopes of a promotion bid and we nearly came un-stuck against a side teetering towards relegation, but came out with a 2-1 victory with a, "gutsy" performance. Meh. I'm not bothered.

The real story of the weekend though rests deep into the afternoon of the Sunday, where I was refereeing your average, mid-table Under 15 clash. I saw this a good opportunity to iron out the technical issues of my refereeing that I had struggled with recently, but instead, it became a testosterone-filled, teenage slobber knocker, which finished with a grand total of 5 yellow cards and 2 reds. Not really what I was looking for, but considering I had gone into the game thinking that it was going to be much like the casual stroll in the park that last week was, it will certainly teach me not to underestimate the most simple of games. Even a few post final whistle words from both teams had to be stamped out by me, and with the manager's request of a red card for Violent Conduct to be downgraded to a yellow, briskly dismissed, I drove home.

After your usual ridiculously hard Sunday night pub quiz, I fell asleep particularly early, an unusual habit for a Sunday, and woke up today to get back into the same weekly routine of nothingness. A change for the weekend coming however, as I have cancelled all football as we await the return of 'The Hawkers'...

Oh dear....