Men in Black 2
Morning,all. I suppose it had to come-the long-awaited sequel to the original by SOL KITTS where he explained a match day from a refereeing perspective. If you’ve not read it,you can catch it on this link.
This one is more by way of comment on the disgraceful standards of refereeing accepted in Scotland. We all knew we had some rather interesting games to play in December,and not all of them have really been up to scratch. And we all knew that finishing with two away games against Aberdeen and Rangers was never going to be easy. Of course,Celtic are light years ahead of both of those clubs in every respect,and on paper,should have the beating of them. But football isn’t played on paper-hell,it’s hard enough to get them to provide grass these days!-and the unexpected can and does happen.
Hence the expression-“Doon like a Seturday coupon!”
There are lots of reasons for this,of course. But it should never be in the hands of a referee. I’m not talking about a ref having the odd bad day at the office,I don’t even have an office and I still have plenty of bad days. Sadly,no. I’m referring to sheer incompetence and downright bias and cheating.
I said years ago about Mike McCurry that as he was either incompetent or a total cheat,he should give up either his Saturday job or his Sunday one. How could he perform as he regularly did on a Saturday then attempt to explain to his flock the meaning of Mark 8:36, “For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?”
As it turned out,he didn’t even get the keys to the ludj or even first go at the goat. All he got was a front page in The Sunday Mail once he had outlived his usefulness. I’d love to hear the full story behind all that. The latest reincarnations waiting for Karma to sneak up on them are carrying on with Mike’s work,just as before them,Mike was simply carrying on with the work of others who had gone before him. Dallas,Foote,Valentine,et al. Not forgetting possibly the worst ever,R H Davidson. (I believe the initials stood for Right Hun. The B is understood) We have a proper combination on Saturday with Beaton and Madden,and Ross the Tory redredred and Roome as assistants. I’m willing to bet that the latter wouldn’t have got the gig if his surname was Rome. I believe they will actually bring the game into disrepute on Saturday,so clearly inept will be their display. After all,they all have form with us,or rather,against us. Whatever the price is on a red card and on a penalty,pop your Santa money in that direction.
They have a hard act to followfollow,of course. And while I have every faith in their willingness to achieve notoriety,they will have to go some to beat Oor Wullie’s performance on Wednesday. As a former RE teacher-I believe he is on a Sabbatical,surely that’s the one day he should be working?-he will know the meaning of Mark 8:36. Clearly the snivelling little wretch cares not a jot for his blackened soul. If he worked beside me,it would be his eyes and his balls that were that colour.
Let’s start with his game management. Tugs and pulls permitted time and again by Aberdeen players,preventing the build-up of play,stalling many of our moves. Or only booking Stevie May because he was going to have to take off his shoes and socks to keep counting the fouls he had committed. Or booking Scott Sinclair for placing the ball outside the quadrangle at a corner,the exact same punishment accorded McGinn for a high and late two-footed tackle with studs up. Ad infinitum,ad nauseam. Let’s also consider the corner which led to Aberdeen’s third goal,where Craig Gordon was repeatedly manhandled then shoved back over the line as the ball came in. Wullie never saw that-as we all know,his eyes are in the back of his head,and he was facing directly at the incident.
But more importantly,the penalties. Now,I’ll be honest here. I’ve known SOL KITTS for nigh on forty years,and 6’4″ or not,we have had many an argument in that time. Differences of opinions between friends,not a punch up,I’m not that bloody stupid! I honestly wouldn’t have claimed that as a penalty if it was one of our players,and in fact,I didn’t when Kieran Tierney was taken out much worse than that against Hearts. But SOL KITTS is a very experienced referee,and he explained quite clearly in yesterday’s comments exactly why it WAS a penalty. Briefly,that Izzy’s attempt at the block was too close to the player,the collision was inevitable. More importantly,had it happened outside the box,there would have been little argument that it was a free-kick. It was inside the area,so penalty.
But the wee runt didn’t see it that way when Kieran got taken out against Hearts-aye,he was the bloody ref that day!
As for the second penalty,that frankly is of the type which is only given if either the attacking player is a Rangers player,or if the defender is a Celtic player. (In the event of both,it is also a red card for violent conduct). I will contend that no referee of any level of competence would have given that penalty. Not unless he had an agenda,and a clear desire to do so. Which brings us back to the original points behind this article. Incompetence or cheating? If the former,why has it been permitted so long by the authorities,by the media,more importantly by the clubs? Why are the standards so low in Scotland-and they are,European clubs are appalled simply to find out that they have a Scottish referee scheduled for an important match. Same at international level. After all,they are all paid very well indeed. Most of them earn more than most of the people on here-sorry,did I say earn? I really shouldn’t have lent Mags my Thesaurus…
I’ve noticed some of the clubs recently being very critical in public of referees. The SFA are swingeing in their punishment meted out. They simply will not stand for it. They even fined Sevco £6000,no laughing at the back please.
But the referees in Scotland are immune to it all. They neither attempt to hide their cheating,nor care who knows it,and why. Tomorrow will see them ramp it up a notch or ten. Most people who only attend their workplace with dishonest intent wear a mask. Those four will be wearing a smirk as wide as The Clyde.
It’s up to us to wipe it off for them on the day. And then,we really have to place a formal complaint.
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