A poem for an Arm Chair Ref.

Arm Chair Ref

I’m out refereeing even at Christmas time

You see me out in all weathers, I do this all part time


In Snow and Sun even rain also heavy sleet

I couldn’t ever play the game cos I have two left feet


Now I’m no Mark Clattenburg or even Howard Webb

But I’ll be out on boxing day and you will be in bed


You may comment on my game whilst sitting in your arm chair

You’ll tweet and post and vent your spleen but it really is not fair


Remember refs have feeling, they also love the game

Just like your star forward were not the ones to blame


Your star forward may score a few and also miss some sitters

They may even miss a penalty because they got the jitters


So just like your star forward just give the ref a break

cos he may have had a pint or two or even Christmas cake


A ref is also human I know you’ll find this funny

They never took up refereeing to make lots of money


Refs want to enjoy their day and just give you a game

They don’t want any trouble and not get called rude names


It really is not nice and it’s really not OK

to say the things, you did today it’s not “match of the day.”


So, when you’re watching on telly and think I’ve had a mare

Have a look around yourself, you’re still sat in your chair.



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