Graham Poll: Impregnated Anus

You know there's something seriously wrong when the entire Match of the Day panel think Chelsea have been treated harshly in a match.

It has been decades since Totnum beat us. Almost 20 years at "Three Point Lane". It had to end sometime, and that was yesterday. After a super-strike from Makelele put us ahead, Graham Poll got involved. Now this is the Grade-A Fuckwit who issued three yellow cards to someone in a World Cup match. That alone should have ensured he never refereed again, but alas, Uefa appear to think he is good enough to exist in the Premiership.

The two major decisions were the one to rule out a perfectly good goal by Drogba. When the Arsenal panel on MotD agree that there was nothing wrong with it, we know it was a good goal. Secondly, he sent off John Terry for a second bookable offence. What the bookable offence was, no-one knows. After countless TV replays, nobody was any the wiser. But of course, the referee won't have to explain, or even give a reason. If he wakes up one day and feels the need to send off 3 players for tying their laces up incorrectly he could, and no explanation would be required.

The other encounter of the day saw Arsenal beaten away by West Ham, in the 89th minute. Alan Pardew, after a seriously poor start to the season was understandably over the moon. While celebrating, he got a bit too close to Wenger, and the Paedo took exception, and started a punch-up! He also refused to shake hands after the match. So obviously, Wenger will now be the new "enemy of football" right? I doubt it.

It is lunacy though, that a certain amount of criticism has been levelled at Pardew for celebrating too vigorously. Come off it. He beats the Gooners, in the 89th minute, at home, and he isn't allowed to celebrate? It has become apparent in recent months that players aren't allowed to celebrate goals anymore. Neither now it seems are the coaching staff. Next stop, it's us, the fans. We'll be threatened with ejection if we celebrate a goal.

Instead, we'll need to commiserate with the opposition, and then politely congratulate the person next to us with nothing more than a hand-shake, so as not to cause offence, or drag passion and emotion, the true new enemy of football into the game.