Once I get a whistle in my gob, I am no longer that bloke Kevin who talks *** about sport; I'm that bastard called "Ref". Once I am in charge of a match, I'm a vampire, a twisted judge, jury and executioner, the devil incarnate, al-Qaeda, Mad Bob Mugabe, Julius Malema and Kim Jong II.
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Not a nice Job after all ...