By Mike Woitalla
By 9:30 last Saturday morning I had run more than three miles, earned $20, and had been in the middle of a bunch of kids thoroughly enjoying the
I’ve reffed five games in two weeks, earning enough money to pay for that device on my wrist that counts my steps and reveals how much exercise I’m getting.
The exercise is one of the great fringe benefits of reffing. But I particularly appreciate the close view I get of soccer played by children who never cease to entertain.
After a 12-year-old goalkeeper kicks away a shot, her coach yells, “You can use your hands!” … And she shouts back, “I know. But I don’t want to!”
* In another girls rec game, the team that’s leading 3-0 at halftime lends a player to the short-handed trailing team for the second half. When she gets the ball she takes a
hard shot at her new team’s goal. Fortunately it’s off target, and she says, “Sorry! It’s confusing!”
* Retreating to midfield for a goal
kick, I hear one teammate say to another, “You think it will be a pizza party or ice cream?”
Being in the middle also puts one in good earshot of the parents and coaches. And
in my last five games I’m delighted to report exemplary sideline behavior.
The exception was a mom screaming, after an innocuous challenge, “Push her back when she does that
to you!” I did notice she seemed to regret her outburst as the other parents stared at her.
I’ve been reffing teenage rec games and preteen “competitive” games,
where I’m seeing more and more coaches trying to encourage good soccer.
In a U-10 competitive game, the team that gave up an early goal and would lose by a big score kept, during the
entire game, trying to pass out of the back, using the goalkeeper like a field player to relay the ball from one outside back to the other. The coach never got upset when things broke down. And he
kept encouraging his players despite the risk of this approach.
The biggest chore of reffing seems to be the pregame.
No matter what level, there’s always the process
of checking in the players. More difficult with the girls than the boys because of the jewelry. Twice in one weekend, a girl says she can’t take off her earring because it’s a stud for a
newly pierced lobe.
The coach and the girl make a plea. I’m not sure exactly how dangerous earrings are, but I know I’m not supposed to make exceptions. Us refs have to have a
united front, because we constantly get the excuse that, “The last ref said it was OK.”
I say, “Look, if I say it’s OK and then next time you tell a ref that I
said it was OK, I’m going to get in trouble.” So she says, “I won’t tell them your name!”
And why do so many kids nowadays have bands on their wrists?
The whole checking in process can take some time. I’m usually always at the field at least 30 minutes before kickoff. But last week I had one of those days with games at different
fields and traffic issues that got me there just 15 minutes before kickoff.
It was a competitive game early in the spring season and apparently there have been registration snafus here in
By the time I’d gotten the paperwork and player cards from both teams, I had eight (!) sheets of paper in my hand, two sets of player cards, along with loose
individual player passes.
This was for an 8-v-8 game of U-10s. I had “Temporary Official Rosters” and “Official Match Report” forms from both teams. We had kids
who seemed to fear taking off their friendship bracelets might actually severe those friendships.
But when I had both teams lined up on the field, I was relieved that it was exactly 1
p.m. – the scheduled kickoff time. I blew the whistle. Nothing happened.
The little girl at the center spot looked up and said, “There’s no ball.”
(Mike Woitalla, the executive editor of Soccer America, is co-author, with Tim Mulqueen, of The Complete Soccer Goalkeeper and
co-author with Claudio Reyna of More
Than Goals: The Journey from Backyard Games to World Cup Competition. Woitalla's youth soccer articles are archived at YouthSoccerFun.com. Woitalla refs
youth soccer in Northern California and coaches at East Bay United/Bay Oaks.)