Have you read that post at 9.25 am.
Even goes on about our owner and Russia.
Same poster who did their review (talking of Russians).
http://wfcforums.com/index.php?threads/watford-fc-0-afc-bournemouth-06-10-2018.55062/page-8
Very disappointing. I found out the score at half time from someone with a phone and it quite took the spice out of my cumbia and merengue for the remainder of the fiesta.
I saw the highlights and, what a shock, yet another penalty for Bournemouth. That's SIX penalties to them in only eight Premiership games this season. That's way, way beyond coincidence and 'luck' isn't it? That's beyond belief for even the most credible of innocents. There's quite patently something going on when statistics are so obviously warped like that.
On MOTD the commentator brought this up and said "that says to me Bournemouth are playing a lot of football in the opposition penalty area". What it says to, no what it SCREAMS to me is diving, simulation, play acting, actively playing for and seeking penalties as a deliberate strategy or other forms of gamesmanship. Bournemouth are perverting the game of football. Plain and simple.
There needs to be some sort of investigation about bringing the game into disrepute. For me, a subsequent heavy points deduction needs to be imposed to dissuade other teams from following this despicable ruining of the game.
How galling to lose to them when we were so clearly the better team by far. And especially by such a scoreline! What a horrible excuse for a ref. This owner of theirs is a Russkie, isn't he? Victorovich or something. A "secretive" Russian "businessman".
We all know how our country has been attacked in recent times by the Russians. We all know what "secretive Russian businessman" means. An outrage. Trying to twist and pervert our democratic processes. Poisoning and hacking and paying people off. The enquiry I mentioned above should also examine the bank accounts of the referees involved to see if there have been any recent substantial transfers of Roubles.
The first goal was a prime example. Our boys pouring forward had them on the rack. Playing beautiful football. Tearing them to shreds. Shot after shot after shot hammering in as their lumbering desperadoes frantically threw any body part in the way to try to protect their goal.
The ball falls to Will Hughes who looses a glorious shot which was a goal every inch of the way, until two of the hulking Muffer defenders jump together, both arms raised like a pair of basketball guards and manage to punch the ball away far away down field. Although this would have been called a straightforward penalty in any game in the world, the ref pretends not to notice and sprints off downfield thinking of the retirement holiday dacha on the Black Sea he's been promised by fat Colonel Victorivich.
Astounded and stunned to momentary shocked immobility at the lack of a whistle, the Muff are able to break away into our half and get an unopposed cross in. Ben Foster makes a brilliant save, but unfortunately the unlucky bounce of the ball takes it to some horrible little blond haired kid who's standing around in the penalty area and, with our valiant and honest players grounded and unable to prevent it, he's able to slyly and sneekily tap it completely unopposed into the empty net. One of the most disgusting 'goals' I've ever witnessed.
And they even had the brass neck to celebrate afterwards. The beaming ref only just about remembering that he shouldn't leap in and join the celebrations and contenting himself with a simple shout of "Da! Da!" and a thumbs up to a group of unsmiling men in identical black suits and sunglasses who were sitting in the first rows of the stand behind the Bournemouth dugout.
Obviously even that outrage didn't satisfy them and they must have seen how much we were still all over them and outplaying them, because just a few moments later the message must have come through from Moscow and one of the sunglasses men whispered into his lapel the old familiar cry of "
Пеиalty!" and the rest we know.
Shameful.
Love it, what a plonker.
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