FIFA can’t be serious…a referee from Uzbekistan in charge of a World Cup semi-final? You have got to be fucking joking! How many high profile matches has this guy ever worked? How could he have worked any games that weren’t played in a fucking goat pasture? He’s from Uzbekistan, for fuck sake! UZBEKISTAN!!!
The moron signaled the end of the game today between Uruguay and the Netherlands and then let it continue! He blew the whistle and pointed to the center spot with both hands, which is the official signal for the end of the match. Everybody thought it was over, the players, the announcers, the crowd, everybody…except the dumbass referee. Not only that but he called for three minutes of extra time and played almost five.
Okay, now there IS a slight chance that someone from Uzbekistan took part in the invention of the game. Uzbekistan can’t be ruled out as the place where Mongol soldiers first kicked around the severed heads of their conquered enemies. Sorry, England…you might have codified the rules and ‘invented’ the game but the Mongols were using heads for footballs a looong time ago.
That being said, I fail to see how some goat herder getting his whacked off head kicked around to help invent the game translates into another goat herder officiating the match that decides who goes to the fucking World Cup final! How is a guy from Uzbekistan supposed to know that Arjen Robben is one of the biggest divers around? Or that Mark Van Bommel won’t go down unless you run over him with a bus?
Jumpin’ Jesus on a pogo stick…what’s next? Letting guys from the Australian outback be refs for the Stanley Cup in ice hockey? How about letting pygmies from Central Africa call the NBA finals? Fuck, why not? FIFA seems to think it’s okay to have refs who can’t possibly know jack shit so why don’t all sports do it?
Sepp Blatter better hope I never see his sorry ass walkin’ down the street. He’ll be in for the crunchiest slide tackle you ever saw a central defender come across for.
And I’ll be quite happy to take my road rash and my red card.
p.s. – Anonymous asked in the comments (the new thingy sucks BTW, OB) how long I been watchin’ football. Umm…since my family moved to England at the end of May in 1974. Our house in Leicester hadn’t been moved out of yet so we spent 3 weeks in a hotel in London. What happened in June of 1974? The World Cup, baby. I was the oldest of 4 kids and got stuck babysitting while my parental units went “Woohoo…London!”
Four TV channels. England. World Cup. No escape. Games on BBC One, replays on BBC Two, commentary on BBC Three and highlights on ITV. All day, every day.
Remember that guy from Clockwork Orange with the toothpicks holding his eyes open?
Now ya know.