I used to umpire back in the day with a ref from my home town, the 5 of us travelled all over.
He was selected to ref the Kerry Senior hurling final between neighbouring clubs, Jesus there was some timber used and he made a few questionable calls and flashed a few red cards, it finished in a 1 point win.
We went into the local pub afterwards with both teams for some grub and the ref poked his head in the door and jokingly asked if we could come in.
"Ye can come in alright but there's no fucking guarantee ye'll get out" was the response.
The longest hour of my life, I genuinely thought we were going to get clocked.
"G'wan ye Limerick bastards" was the response when we said our goodbyes