Bruce Ross
Ken Catchpole (46)
I don't get involved in referee bashing, partly because I recognise that the laws of rugby are so complex that it is an extraordinary task for anyone to stay focussed for 80 minutes while running back and forth on a field making instantaneous judgements in front of a very critical audience both on and off the field.
The other reason is that I watch rugby to watch rugby and tend not to take much notice of the justice of the peace.
But one of the themes of this thread is "the worst ref ever", so I thought I'd pass on a couple of related stories.
In the early 'Eighties I was coaching the Woonona Shamrocks in the Illawarra competition. At one particular home game the refereeing performance had quite rightly earned the displeasure of the Shamrock fans. At the conclusion of the game the ref was abused and booed by a very hostile and threatening crowd. He was absolutely friendless and alone in a sea of people when one of our props who was a Pommy stepped forward and shook him warmly by the hand.
"Ref", said Tony, "I've been playing rugby for 15 years at junior and senior levels, in England and Australia, and I'd just like to say that's the most disgraceful exhibition of refereeing I've ever seen." All the while he was vigorously shaking the referee's hand. You can't teach that sense of style.
Another instance was an away game played against the Shamrocks' mortal enemy, the Vikings, fondly known as the "Vikings pooftahs" by all the other clubs in the Illawarra. We were informed that the match was to be refereed by one of the leading up and coming referees from Sydney. His interpretations of the Laws were at odds with those of the very knowledgeable Shamrock supporters. The home team prevailed and the visitors were seething. As the players left the field one of the Shamrock players called, "Come on boys, let's give him a hymn!"
The Shamrock players rushed forward to form a guard of honour for the referee. As he passed between them he heard the chant: "Hymn-n-n-n; hymn-n-n-n; hymn-n-n-n; FU-U-CK HIM_M_M_M!!"
We were back in the dressing sheds when a Vikings' official, Stalky Martin, came in. "Bruce," he said, "you'd better go and have a talk to the ref; he's very upset." I went into the referees' room and here was this young bloke, slumped in a chair, with tears pouring down his cheeks.
The best I could think of was to reassure him, "It's nothing personal, ref, it's just Illawarra rugby."
The other reason is that I watch rugby to watch rugby and tend not to take much notice of the justice of the peace.
But one of the themes of this thread is "the worst ref ever", so I thought I'd pass on a couple of related stories.
In the early 'Eighties I was coaching the Woonona Shamrocks in the Illawarra competition. At one particular home game the refereeing performance had quite rightly earned the displeasure of the Shamrock fans. At the conclusion of the game the ref was abused and booed by a very hostile and threatening crowd. He was absolutely friendless and alone in a sea of people when one of our props who was a Pommy stepped forward and shook him warmly by the hand.
"Ref", said Tony, "I've been playing rugby for 15 years at junior and senior levels, in England and Australia, and I'd just like to say that's the most disgraceful exhibition of refereeing I've ever seen." All the while he was vigorously shaking the referee's hand. You can't teach that sense of style.
Another instance was an away game played against the Shamrocks' mortal enemy, the Vikings, fondly known as the "Vikings pooftahs" by all the other clubs in the Illawarra. We were informed that the match was to be refereed by one of the leading up and coming referees from Sydney. His interpretations of the Laws were at odds with those of the very knowledgeable Shamrock supporters. The home team prevailed and the visitors were seething. As the players left the field one of the Shamrock players called, "Come on boys, let's give him a hymn!"
The Shamrock players rushed forward to form a guard of honour for the referee. As he passed between them he heard the chant: "Hymn-n-n-n; hymn-n-n-n; hymn-n-n-n; FU-U-CK HIM_M_M_M!!"
We were back in the dressing sheds when a Vikings' official, Stalky Martin, came in. "Bruce," he said, "you'd better go and have a talk to the ref; he's very upset." I went into the referees' room and here was this young bloke, slumped in a chair, with tears pouring down his cheeks.
The best I could think of was to reassure him, "It's nothing personal, ref, it's just Illawarra rugby."