Referees – don’tcha just love ’em?
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In the Sunday league
we were told by a pubescent teen
in hushed whisper before the
match that he was being assessed.
Sure enough several secretive looking
types clung on to their clipboards,
noting every decision the young ref made,
every protest waved away by their
youthful protege.
So what parallels can be drawn
between milksop and experienced
whistle-blowers in the prem?
When Evans ‘clattered’ into Torres
Clattenberg sent off the Spaniard
for supposed simulation,
an echo of Neville’s earlier yellow
at Goodison.
Yet Suarez only saw the same colour
when finding Distin’s achilles heel
whilst back at the Bridge Ivanovich
was dismissed for nothing
more than a clip on Young.
Meanwhile our fresh-faced ref
might just make it as he failed
to take action against a flailing leg
which fumped into the frame of
our full back, forcing him to go off.
No card of any colour;
just a free kick.
Wonder what the assessors thought
of that?
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