Wednesday night, what an evening. I took my lad, and we set off for Goodison Park, home of Everton, to see our hero in action. Luckily we saw our hero in the car park prior to kick off. He happily posed for photos, signed autographs. We told him how unlucky he was in the World Cup, but now he was back in the Premiership, he was back making the all the headlines again. It looked like he had had his hair and tints done for the big match, and as ever the cameras were following him around.

We got to our seats to see the man of the moment take the pitch. The music blared, the teams came out, under the glow of the floodlights. He looked fantastic, a true man amongst men. There was our hero leading out twenty-two men in blue and yellow, but undoubtedly he was the star of the show. A little wink for the camera, a smile, he had arrived the star of the show, the one, the only Graham Poll.

£25 for me and £10 for my boy, it cost to get into Goodison that evening, but it was worth it to see Graham acting like the only mature adult out on the pitch. As the players fought for victory, Graham glided across the green turf, unnoticed, like the star he is. You would not have known he was there, as he let the game flow, very rarely getting involved, just letting the football do the talking. Stars of past, present and future were on show, Mikky Arteta, Theo Walcott to name but a few, but as ever Graham stole the show.

The way in which he acted to stamp out a name caller in his direction was a joy to behold. We knew Graham would just have a quiet word with the player as the game went on, to tell him to behave and get on with the match. Never would our Graham, call a halt to proceedings, and stand like a matador in a bull ring, proud, arrogant, stubborn, fearing no one, he would never draw that type of attention onto himself, he does things in a quiet manner, unassuming, in fact reserved could be his middle name.

Graham smiled as the whole ground stood as one, chanting his name all evening, reminding him of his crowning glory at this Years World Cup. Thirty thousand people chanting your name, now that must be fantastic, Graham you just lapped it up.

Like Gazza, he held back the tears as he remembered the highlight of his career at the Worlds biggest Tournament. Yes, Graham you are right, no one will ever forget you, and it has been, not a privilege, that is to weak a word, but an honour to see you in action, and an honour to see you constantly fuck up week in week out.

What hold have you over the FA. If I did such a moronic job in my nine to five humdrum existence, at some point my boss will tell me to pick up my things and go away. You however constantly get away with it. Don Hutchinson, all those years ago, three yellow cards to the same player in the same match, John Terry last weekend. You see knob Ed, you are a little man trying your best to be a big man. Nobody likes you, nobody cares for you. One day the Premiership when they have more than seventeen full time officials on their books will let you slip down the Leagues, till the Liverpool Zingari will be too much of a task for you.

In essence piss off back under the rock you crawled out of. Like Clive Thomas, Peter Willis, Jeff Winter and all the other has been gobshite officials we have had to endure for many years, go away write your book, and lets hope no one ever buys it. My crowning glory of the year was watching you blubbering like a baby after you messed up at the World Cup. You were home on the first plane they could pack you off on, because Graham, has it ever entered your head that you’re not very good at what you do!!

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