Right, and I would have stood my ground... but I'd have died on that hill... or gotten someone in a vendetta kind of mood I think
It's a bit like when I first moved here and I had my first run-in with 'face saving', a friend bumped into me and broke my phone screen. When I called him out on it in front of the group, he straight up said "No, I didn't" - despite witnesses observing the contrary. It got to a point where I said, "you'd have to be a liar, or an idiot to not understand what happened" - Giving two options, both negative, meant no way to protect his face. He ignored me for two days after. Then sent me a message explaining his perspective on what happened and why, as if taking on the role of 'teaching the foreigner' gave him some credibility or whatever.
He said, if I'd approached him quietly, he'd have fixed the phone and taken responsibility immediately. He explained to make someone look bad in front of others is how life-long grudges are made. He's actually still a friend of mine, and he did repair my phone. It's complicated and confusing to understand how things unfold sometimes.
I've also seen friends and people in relationships face the brutal wrath of 'face saving' - a colleague of mine once ignored his wife for months because she made him look bad in front a large group of friends. He'd regularly talk about how she was trying to repay him with meals, gifts and other things, and how he'd just take them and continue to give her the cold shoulder. But anyway, I digress from the thread a little here.
I understand that making the player lose face is one thing - and to be honest, would have been ready to do that, as I don't know or respect him. Sometimes I think the nature of saving face is so pathetic, pedantic and ridiculous. But I certainly wouldn't want the referee, who is my friend and has otherwise helped me a lot, to feel a loss of face. He is also someone with an otherwise good reputation as a referee - it's pretty much an obsession for him and he is incredibly passionate about the game in general.
Thankfully it wasn't a super serious event, or something with a lot of money on the line.
As an expat, you get pretty used to letting life just happen to you sometimes. I'm thankful to my friend for helping nurse me through the situation at the time. I'm glad I hung around to show I had no hard feeling, and got to see the guy take a beating.