There was a recurring scene that played out when I covered Swansea City games a few years ago. I always liked the press area at what was then known as the Liberty Stadium — it wasn’t too penned in, wasn’t too far removed from fans, had good views, and a lovely old boy would invariably stop for a chat on his way in and out. It was usually about the referee and tended to end with: ‘Give the bleddy idiot a four.’
Thing is, there would be as many days when he was wrong as right, just like the bleddy idiot.