So you're all set for the big game, you have got your self a decent position on the terrace, the teams are out, a quick browse down at your programme and a glance to the officials for the day... Your excitement turns to horror, your blood runs cold and you think "that bastard referee again"
Who is the bastard referee you just don't want to officiate the game your going to watch...
For me it's easy... Congratulations Mr Gavin Ward for being the biggest bastard of a referee I have ever seen!
Disallowed a perfectly good goal in the 1977 semi-final between Everton and Liverpool.
Then had the cheek to admit he'd got it wrong to Emlyn Hughes in later years.
He must be doing his penitance in his old age, because a couple of years ago I was in The Netherlands when to my astonishment an elderly Clive Thomas suddenly appeared on a Dutch TV sports programme, admitting that he should have disallowed the winning Czech goal in the 1976 European Champoinship semi-final that put The Netherlands out of the tournment!
The last I heard of him he'd been made High Sheriff of Mid-Glamorgan.
If we are talking decisions as well, then I can't let the one by the Scottish ref go unmissed...
When Gazza famously run up to Dougie Smith and booked him tongue in cheek after he dropped his card, then subsequently after he gave him back the dropped yellow, recieved a booking himself!
Barry Knight did us out of a Play Off semi-final a few years back. I'd like to see him have his balls ripped off by crocodiles - and I've calmed down a bit since the game.
