I was a youth soccer referee for 3 years back in the '80s. I quit when (1) A ref got his jaw broken by an irate Albanian, (2) I got tired of the abuse hurled at me by overzealous parents (I didn't know my middle name was M-F), and the final straw (3) In a travel game, I gave a rough player a yellow card and then a red card. A few minutes later, the opposing coach blew his whistle and called him team off the field. I asked him why. He told me the kid I threw out was back on the field wearing a different jersey. I reported it to the league and the opposing team was awarded a 1-0 forfeit. When I watch an NFL game, I have to laugh. 6 officials and they still screw up the calls. I had to keep time on my watch, call offsides (none of the parents knew or understood the rule), call penalties (none of the parents understood the advantage rule), call possessions when the ball went out of bounds, call goals from 40 yards away, making sure that the ball was entirely over the goal line, not like American football, and run up and down a 110 yard field with a bunch of 16 year olds. All by myself. No linesmen. On top of that, I had to do 2 games back to back - for $15.00 a game. That was the end of my dream of moving on to bigger leagues.