Sammy Mooner
What annoys me most is that I'm not sure of the name of the clown in front of the East Stand last night against boring, boring Citeh. It was the bearded lino but who he was I don't know. Time was when the programme indicated which assistant referee was which by means of the flag colours they were waving.
For this reason I cannot tell you if the prick who missed two exceedingly obvious handballs, numerous fouls and much more in the first half was Mr D Cann or Mr S Child. Whoever he was he was the very same joker who failed to spot the foul on Sagna by Zabaleta. Had he done so and waved the flag I wanted to shove up his arse the free kick would have been awarded and there would have been no head to head action. On such ineptitude are seasons sometimes defined.
As for the game itself, it was I thought a classic struggle between the might of an over-priced tedious defence in a classic Italian manner against the willingness to play the game in a way that entertains and consequently either delights or frustrates. Either you attack and score or do as we did which was to attack and become frustrated. Close but no cigar. On another day however, with either more luck or new and improved shooting boots we would have had them.
