“The Pete sort of referee?” Hana asked, pointing as Pete donned the second hand whistle and wiped it on his filthy tracksuit pants.
Logan groaned and heaved out a huge sigh. Pete was an even worse judge of fouls, standing in the middle of the centre circle with a pained look on his face, instead of blowing the whistle. At one point, he turned to the spectators with an oooh-that’s-gonna-hurt look on his face, while the players went crazy, screaming, “Ref, ref!” He blew the whistle with authority and made completely the wrong call.
When one of his own team yelled, “Why don’t you put on one of the opposition’s shirts, mate?” Pete threw his whistle down and followed the example of his predecessor.
“Oh what? Is he for real?” came the angry shouts behind him.
“I don’t really wanna go back on
