"This young man's physical fitness is really good. Apart from the old ligament injury, as long as he doesn't do some excessive pulling movements, it will not hinder his normal running." Charlie, the sports doctor who sorted out the physical examination report, talked to his colleagues.
"His physical statistics are amazing. Now I believe why he became famous in the Premier League with just one goal. Hey, no wonder Lucy worships him." His colleague muttered.
Charlie didn't hear clearly, he was puzzled: "I couldn't help but take a look at the name, his name is Alvin Dewitt... Oh, it sounds familiar."
Colleagues were surprised: "He's the DeWitt who played football, man, the one who retired due to a car accident."
Charlie suddenly realized: "You reminded me and I remembered that I haven't had time to watch the game recently. Oh, with this physical data, it's a pity that I can only run..."
"His eyesight is also good," said the colleague. "I watched the two Champions League games before, and he saw them very accurately. I think this is not something that can be achieved by just having good eyesight. I guess it has something to do with IQ."
"Why don't you just say that he has talent?"
"I heard that even the most professional sports experts and orthopedic experts in the United States and Germany couldn't save his career. Tsk."
"I have a friend who works as an assistant to a German orthopedic specialist. He told me that his teacher is still upset about DeWitt's injury."
"It's not surprising. If I hadn't read his medical report, I would have thought he was no different from a completely healthy person. I wouldn't accept that either. It's like being exposed to a medical field that has never been studied before," Charlie said with emotion. "Being discharged from the hospital in three months is already a scientific miracle. No matter how powerful the experts are, they can't do more. Maybe only God can completely cure him."
"There are too many similar tragedies. I came across Alan Smith's diagnosis before, when I was still helping out at Manchester United," my colleague shrugged. "He broke his leg in a tournament and could never recover. Moreover, if he continued high-intensity exercise, it would be easy to fracture it again. As a result, he seemed to have had an accident during training in September this year. This is something no one wants to see."
"Newcastle is on the verge of relegation," Charlie lamented. "Injury is the devil for players. It turns a talented player and a tough guy into a glass man. He was once called the 'most failed signing in the past decade' by Magpies fans."
When Alvin came in to get the report, he just happened to hear the end of the small talk.
"Gentlemen, I'm here to get my report." Ivan paused, raised his hand and knocked on the door.
"Please come in." The two doctors were attracted by his attention.
When Charlie saw him in person, he smiled kindly and stamped the report with a "duang" sound.
He handed it to Ivan: "Good luck with your promotion, sir."
"Thank you. Sorry for the trouble. I'll treat you two to dinner when we have the chance." Ivan smiled sincerely.
"Come to us anytime if you feel unwell. This is a benefit of the referee committee. Young man, don't waste this right." Charlie patted his shoulder.
The colleague searched around and found a small pink notebook. "Young man, can you sign your name? My daughter heard that you would be here today, so she gave it to me. She also threatened her poor father that if he didn't get his signature, he would not be allowed to kiss her again this year."
The colleague pretended to be pitiful and made Charlie laugh: "Brother, I remember your daughter Lucy is also a referee?"
"Not yet, but she just took the Level 3 referee qualification exam for her idol."
The third-level referee qualification is the entry level. The referee levels from low to high are level three, level two, level one, national level (recommended by local level for national assessment), and international level (recommended by national level for international assessment).
Now that Alvin has passed the first-level assessment, he is just waiting to accumulate experience, become a referee, and undergo the assessment of national referees from the English Football Association.
"Your daughter is very cute." Ivan said, and drew a smiley face at the end of his signature: ^_^
Charlie laughed. "Hey, speaking of this, young man, you may not know this. Other referees who came for the physical examination mentioned to us in their chats that a large number of young girls have flocked to the referee training class recently, making those young referees restless. You have made an indispensable contribution, hahaha."
My colleague also laughed: "I heard that in the column about [why do you want to be a referee], most of them wrote [want to follow your idol], [want to be as good as Alvin], young man, you are setting a good example."
With the media's post-match hype and the popularity of the Champions League in the past few days, the GIFs of the offside penalties were forwarded so quickly on the Internet that anyone in Europe who uses Twitter has a deeper impression of "Ivan has awesome eyes."
"Is that so? If it's because of me, then it's my honor," Ivan said seriously, "I think girls can also be referees, there's nothing wrong with that, as long as they really want to get into the industry and it's not just a temporary interest."
"Not only girls, but also many boys," Charlie shrugged, "time will tell."
Watching Ivan leave, Charlie sighed: "He is too famous. He has become a star referee before he even reaches the top. I don't know if this is a good thing..."
A colleague patted him on the shoulder and said, "Man, you have to think positively. He has experienced a devastating blow, but not only has he not been buried, he has also come this far. He should know what's going on."
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"Hey, why are there so many unfamiliar fans in the stands today?"
"You mean there are a lot more beautiful female fans, bro?"
This is an English non-professional league, abbreviated as "English Non-League", which was renamed from the English Third League before 2004. It is the fifth-level league under the English Football Association.
The players of these teams are all second careers. Some of them just play football to earn some extra money, or for a hobby. Most of the players who can play to this level are of a fairly good standard. After all, there is still the lowest level North-South Alliance competition.
As long as they win the first place in the English Non-League competition or top the list in the promotion play-offs, their team can officially enter the English Second Division - a formal professional competition.
"So, what's going on today? Is it a good day?"
"They're not here to see you anyway."
"Haven't you checked Twitter recently? Here." The player raised his chin and pointed to the figure sitting on a chair on the sidelines.
He was the fourth official of the game, the newly promoted assistant referee, the protagonist of the legendary inspirational story, the child of someone else's family.
"Twitter went crazy, hey, who knows if he's just trying to hype himself up," one player muttered.
Another player scoffed: "He doesn't have that ability. He will just be a clown seeking attention if he is fired again."
This week, a linesman named Alvin DeWitt took up several of the top ten searches on Twitter, although they were all indirectly related to him.
For example, Guardiola's statement that he was dissatisfied with UEFA's rejection, a group of people forwarded a GIF that couldn't tell whether it was offside or not, and the Sun, which always loves to mock players, actually exaggerated his deeds...
Hey! You said he didn't buy trending searches, do you believe it? !
The referee of this match also thought so. He was very cold and just shook hands with Ivan as usual without even making eye contact.
Alvin didn't take it to heart, or he didn't have time to think about these little episodes. It was his first time as the fourth official, and he was a little overwhelmed.
...It would be better for him to run on the court for 120 minutes and concentrate highly on watching fouls than to do this "idle job".
The fourth official has too many trivial things to do, especially when there is no cooperation from both teams.
Originally, Alvin, like all the ordinary bystanders, thought that the fourth official had very little to do and it was very easy. He just had to register the starting players, keep an eye on the coaches of both teams, maintain basic order on the sidelines, and hold up a sign. However, when he personally took charge of it, he found that this position was not easy.
For example, a simple procedure became complicated due to the lack of cooperation from the head coach of one of the teams.
Before the game started, the field was cleared as usual. Irvin memorized the procedure by heart, and then went to take a look at the benches of both teams to see if there was anything unrelated to the game.
Then, a communication began that left Alvin speechless.
The head coach of one of the teams brought his pet with him. When Ivan signaled him to send the dog out of the stadium, he kept shouting that he had a habit of watching the game, and holding his dog could make him think more clearly. This habit was the same as Manchester United coach Ferguson's love of chewing gum. The referee could not deprive him of his personal hobby because of discrimination.
"We don't have many substitutes anyway, so what's wrong with placing a dog? Or are you afraid of dogs? Can't you be flexible?" He was wearing a player's jersey under his coat and could come on as a substitute at any time.
Ivan: “…”
He squatted down and opened his arms to the dog.
The small dog tilted its head, wagged its tail, came over and sniffed him, didn't think he was a bad guy, thought he was playing with it, and ran up to him.
"Hey! Hey! Be careful, I'm not responsible if my dog bites you!"
Alvin stroked the dog's fur. This dog was a very well-behaved pet dog. It was obvious that it was well taken care of at home and would not bite anyone.
Ivan picked up the dog and walked towards the female fans who saw him approaching and started screaming, asking them to help look after it.
The girls blushed and agreed, and also booked dozens of autographs.
They all have the habit of carrying pet food with them and feeding stray dogs on the roadside, so taking care of this silly little animal for 90 minutes is no problem.
The head coach stared at him in amazement.
Ivan passed by him and patted his shoulder: "Sir, can you tell me your starting lineup?"
The head coach muttered "old-fashioned" and "troublesome" but finally went through the list.
He was still complaining in his heart. It was obvious that those referees were just starting out. Judging from their accents, they sounded like upper class people. Hey! Starting lineup? That's very professional. He is only suitable to be a noble who can only dance in an ancient castle. He doesn't fit in here.
However, he suppressed his reluctance and did not cause any more trouble for the young referee.
Irvin then compiled a list of starting players. The referee would carry a pen and paper with him to record some situations at any time. But their first use is to remember the names of players.
——They are all starters, and it is always the same lineup. Winning depends on the mood. I never think of printing out a starting roster. That is something professional leagues do.
After counting the team headed by the dog lover, Alvin walked towards the only substitute of the next team. The other party said that their head coach had a child and went to the hospital to see his son, so if there was anything, just ask him.
Ivan: “…”
He had learned before the game that these two teams were newly promoted, and their configurations were much simpler than those of several other English-African League teams that had been developing for quite some time.
#Even the boss position is taken turns by several people in a team, and the head coach is both a substitute player and the team manager.
So Alvin kindly asked him to tell him the list of players on the field.
The player was probably of Scottish or Welsh descent, and his accent was very strange, which made it more difficult for Irwin to understand than French or German.
He struggled to compile the second list, even requiring the other party to tell him how to spell the letters.
Ivan: “…”
Ivan walked onto the court, showed the players' numbers to the referee, and made sure the players on the court had the correct numbers.
The referee had been watching his actions and was quite surprised to see that he had managed to get these things done.
The Premier League has its own way of playing, and amateur football has its own way of playing. Although the above requirements are the same, the quality of these amateur teams is always uneven. There are many local small gangs, each with its own habits. Many times the referee just turns a blind eye and lets it go. Many processes are simplified if possible.
Many referees have been here for a long time or have no hope of promotion, and have good relations with the teams here. They will not violate the basic ethics of referees, but they will be smooth in everything if possible.
The players on the field who were attracted by the female fans in the stands naturally noticed him, and they bit his ears from time to time.
"Tsk tsk, this referee looks totally out of place here. He looks just like my strict high school class teacher. Hey! His expression is exactly the same as when that old man made me stand in the corner as punishment."
"That's right. He doesn't look like someone who would stand on the grass. He looks like a rich young master who is out to experience life."
"Don't be jealous, those female fans are here to see him. The game has started."
When the game started, Ivan had nothing to do for the time being. The head coach of one of the teams was absent, so there was even less for him to do. He only needed to watch the performance of the referee and observe his officiating style.
He looked at the green and yellow grass with potholes all over it. The turf was in a bad condition, which is normal as the stadium is shared by several teams.
It’s not like Alvin had not been a linesman in the English African League before, and he had also been to the lower-level North and South League, but only once or twice. Because of his good performance, he was quickly promoted to a higher-level competition.
In those games, the linesmen didn’t have to use their brains to figure out offside or anything like that. Since the players themselves weren’t good enough, they could figure it out with their eyes closed, so it was relatively easy.
Later in the Championship, the games were a little more intense and had a professional feel. Alvin did not find it difficult. He had the physical fitness to do so, had a solid grasp of the rules, and knew how to draw inferences from one instance. His dynamic vision was basically of no use.
Even when he got the chance and showed up in the Premier League and the Champions League, except for two or three special offsides, he hardly used his dynamic vision.
The reason why he was able to be promoted so quickly is not only due to his own level, but also because the number of new referees entering the English refereeing industry has been decreasing in recent years. Most young people are unwilling to do such a tiring job with fierce competition and basically no chance to succeed.
The declining reputation of Premier League referees in recent years may also be a factor. Many people are more or less averse to English referees, especially fans of wealthy clubs who have been "cheated" over the years, such as Arsenal, who both McDean and Atkinson "can't stand".
Atkinson is Arsenal's nightmare, as they almost never win against him.
#The fans of #Hotshot are confused: I don’t know what we did wrong. Did these referees treat our Nana as the boss?
#Maybe they all have the last name A
The treatment of referees has improved in recent years, but the grassroots referees still don’t get much pay. Those with some ability have gone to play football, and those who can stick around are those who have a passion for the refereeing profession.
Alvin asked himself, when he was playing football, he casually took the third-level referee certificate just to understand the standards of referees. He didn't expect that later it would accidentally become an idea for him to change his career.
The whole game went smoothly without any unexpected incidents.
The referee hardly blew the whistle throughout the game, and his hands were rather loose. He would only blew the whistle out of consideration when a few players made large movements.
This is a referee who pays more attention to the continuity of the game. Of course, there won't be too many tactical fouls in such a competition. Instead, there are more obvious pulling and small hand movements. Moreover, the players did not know how to hide from the referee and were caught by the referee.
After the game, Mark called as usual. Ivan had discovered that his agent had a very good sense of time and always scheduled his calls to perfection.
"Long time no see, Ivan," came Mark's enthusiastic voice.
Ivan: “…”
Mark laughed and said, "Hey, this is a saying that came from your other hometown, China. I don't know why everyone seems to have accepted it as a saying."
After joking, he got down to business: "Sky Sports' invitation, are you interested? If you don't want to play in the final, how about the semi-final? Don't be too nervous, man. Just commentate as a retired player, don't think of yourself as a referee, and don't pick on the faults of the referees on duty."
"You can also take this opportunity to promote your image endorsement - Angel Perfume. I think it's a good idea."
Ivan chuckled. "Tell me the truth, did you talk to my mom, Mark?"
"How could that be! You have to believe me, I am doing this for your own good, including Ms. Grey's - ahem."
Mark was joking and let the secret slip on purpose. Even if he didn't say it, Ivan roughly knew that Mark was the agent designated by his mother.
Mark said earnestly: "Appropriate exposure will not be a bad thing, dear Ivan, you have to know that you are different from many other referees. You have an innate advantage over them."
"The day Ms. Grey called me, she said she had only one request, which was to make you a star referee and make you well-known in England and even Europe as soon as possible. This would help your development. After all, you are good enough - your ability will prevent you from being attacked, and fame will become a springboard for you."
"It's not my place to say this, man, but she supports your career."
"I know." Ivan smiled, his dimples so deep that the female fans who were reluctant to leave after asking for his autograph stopped.
"OK, well, then there's basically nothing to do. We'll discuss other things after you become the referee... By the way, maybe you didn't log in to Twitter and didn't notice, Ivan. As your agent, I feel it's my duty to ask you this question, do you have a girlfriend?"
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