CASEBROOK NETBALL MUM EJECTED FOR COACHING THE REF FROM THE SIDELINE
Under-11 fixture paused eleven minutes after mother refused to leave without a written apology.
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Saturday morning rugby, netball, cricket, hockey, football — whatever's on at the local club.
Under-11 fixture paused eleven minutes after mother refused to leave without a written apology.
Coach reckons the ankle-deep sludge is a life lesson. One dad reckons it's a war crime.
Club treasurer defends the swap. Sideline dads defend nothing of the sort.
He's from Auckland, he's got batteries, and he's not going anywhere.
The onions were on. The librarian was not having it. The ref blew full-time from the car park.
Ref blew the whistle for a Cessna. Then a heifer. Then a jandal. Parents lost the plot.
The dog fielded better than half the slip cordon, according to one dad.
A public servant told the ref "oh mate, GREAT call" and was in the bin before the restart.
Ref couldn't see the ball. Ref couldn't see the players. Ref could smell blue raspberry from thirty metres.
The onions were browning. So, briefly, was the non-fiction section.
Coach reckons the app was confident about the 8.15am sailing. There is no 8.15am sailing.
The under-11 game was 40 minutes long. She lasted 14.
The umpire is 16. The megaphone is a Warehouse special. The volume is set to Papakura.
There is no tribunal. There has never been a tribunal. He's still filming.
A Stuff investigation can reveal the match resumed, then stopped, then resumed, then stopped again.
Umpire called dead ball. Dog wouldn't move. Dad on the boundary lost it at a teenager.
Fourteen winning captains held the cup aloft. None of them looked at the plinth.
Coach Dazza reckons the swamp is a teaching moment. The parents reckon Dazza is the teaching moment.
Club president blames "a Pak'nSave situation". Sideline blames the club president.
Forty-seven findings handed down. The chocolate fish has been impounded.