Fortunately I was one of the lucky few last week who actually saw some rugby action, although, given the venue of my match (250 miles from cosy Somerset), all around me were convinced it would be under a foot of frost - well, it was "up north".
Thankfully, the drive to Sheffield on the Friday proved fruitful as the game survived the weather and went ahead as planned. And so an hour's drive further north on Saturday morning it was then.
And what a cracker of a match. The hosts appeared dead and buried by half-time and trailed by 30+ points, but there must have been something in those half-time oranges as there was only eight points in it come the final whistle - a great game to be involved with.
Mr Assessor was happy, coaches and players happy, and so a trip to the capital awaits me this Saturday for another National League game, providing, of course, Jack Frost doesn't have the final say.
So, all the good work last weekend will count for nothing unless I produce the goods this weekend. That's just the way it goes. If anyone says refereeing isn't competitive - they're fibbing.
Someone did offer me a great piece of advice, though, ahead of the weekend's fixture:
"The pitch is directly under Heathrow's flight path, so make sure you set your communication kit to the right channel".
Wise words indeed!
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