Alison Keogh recalls some early run-ins with one of the umpires who regularly took charge of her games when she was playing for Three Rock Rovers. It was civil enough at first when he’d give a foul against her – “I would politely inquire, ‘what was that for?’” – but, gradually, her questioning of his decisions became a little more, well, firm. To the point where he suggested she find herself a whistle and take up umpiring herself.
Did you give him a terrible time?
“Oh yeah,” she says, “we had a few uncomfortable car journeys home”.
They say you should never work with a family member. You probably shouldn’t be umpired by one either. In this case, Keogh’s father, John.
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- April 28, 2022
