A couple of seasons ago while officiating across the water at one of my less favourite clubs, I witnessed an act of foul play that I found shocking but, depite being really close to the action, I could not state with any certainty which player had performed the act. I had a strong suspicion, based on my knowledge of the characters within that team but that was not good enough. During an innocuous though poorly structured maul, a clenched fist started pumping vigorously upwards three or four times; clearly the punches were landing and causing damage. I blew the whistle immediately and separated the two sides at which point the released ball carrier fell to the ground bleeding profusely from the nose and mouth.
I was at a loss for clearly I had observed a red card offence, the damaged player had to retire, yet who was the miscreant? A close knit bunch of players with a tendency to harrass referees (me and Simon Smith to my certain knowledge) and known to stick together, none were likely to admit guilt and the ranks closed firmly. Each one wore the expression of 'Who, me ref?'
The skipper, playing at full back, who was actually a mild mannered man with whom I got on with quite well, was not part of the gang of thugs and I had some sympathy with the fact that he had not seen the incident though like me would have been able to hazard a guess. I realised too that his elevation to the rank of skipper had more to do with it being his turn for this season and his readiness to collect the match subs and very little to do with his powers of leadership on the field. Thus I knew there was very little I could do to get him to find out, I could see the LMF in his eyes and decided there was no pressure I could bring to bear to resolve the issue. I read the riot act and tried to reassure the opposition skipper that I would be more attentive (correction, selective) for any future occurrences.
This incident has haunted me ever since as I allowed the guilty b@$t4rd to get away with it and the affair did nothing to enhance any street cred. that I might have had previously and left me feeling that the home side had put one over on me. I suppose my main frustration was and is that at the time I could not come up with a better way of managing the home side skipper to reach a satisfactory conclusion, nor can I think of one now.