Michael Oliver Scores Late Equaliser for Everton To Prove He Doesn't Hate Arsenal

A -11 Foul Balance is off the charts. This is the PGMOL, lads.

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Post-Match Thoughts

Paul Tomkins

This was the cup final for the team that never makes cups finals.

It was their biggest day in decades, getting a draw at home when 15th in the table, with a ref who handed it to them on a plate.

A -11 Foul Difference in game is 99th percentile for a ref going against a team. Apparently, Liverpool were the snarling team and Everton were the meek and passive home side, gentlemen and players, all.

That’s what Liverpool had to endure with Michael Oliver, and yet another baffling display of refereeing in terms of free-kicks. Accused by deranged Arsenal fans of wanting Liverpool to win the league, he dishes up that utter cock twaddle.

Liverpool, the famous yard-dogs, somehow committed TWENTY fouls with two-thirds of the possession, and when Ibou Konaté was clearly fouled at the end, on you go. When Mo Salah is hacked down on a break a minute earlier, nah, saw nothing; right there, saw nothing.

Dom Szoboszlai brought down five times? Nada. Probably can’t spell his name, the foreign cunt. (The PGMOL are apparently okay with their refs calling foreigners cunts, if David Coote was only sacked for the spot-fixing stuff, as reports suggested.)

Everton, who kicked and hacked all game, apparently committed less than ten fouls. Less than half what Liverpool apparently did, because the ref was there to referee a narrative, not a game of football.

The team playing ale-house football, kick-and-rush, hoof and hope, won all the freekicks.

That’s the world we live in, but a point, even from the jaws of victory, takes it to a seven-point lead, from a horrible game at the Old Evertonian Rugby Club. British manager? Licence to kick the shit out of the opposition, again, with those foreign cunty bosses that the men in black love having a beer or possibly a line of coke over, and calling them “cunts” and “shit”.

Repeated fouling by the home side, again, on you go. It’s par for the course at Goodison. Remember, last season it was -9 against Liverpool by 38 minutes when the home team scored (nine against, none for)?

Arne Slot clearly can’t believe what he sees with the PGMOL, but they wore down the guy their very own members called a “German cunt”, and some of them may well be busy now doing cocaine (who knows?), calling Slot a “Dutch wanker” somewhere, joking about making spot-bets, and then flying off to the Middle East for a hotel room and a ton of cash (again) in between a game of football.

I mean, Coote’s infamous comments were mere days before the previous travesty of a Goodison derby in 2020, when Oliver was ref and Coote – straight-shooting Cooty Coots, Captain Sensible himself – got to be the VAR, who didn’t penalise Jordan Pickford and ruled out Liverpool’s onside last-minute winner.

The PGMOL, as clean as a whistle (that’s been dropped in dog shit).

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