“Keep an eye on the whistle/ That the game is about race/ And a fight is won by shouting/ And if the judge appeals/ Don’t let it go/ He’s just like you and can’t steal.”
Carlinhos Vergueiro would have been premonitory and absolutely accurate if he hadn’t used the if.
When the judge appealed it would have been 100%.
And stealing, here, and in the lyrics of “Camisa Molhada”, has a figurative meaning to avoid lawsuits for the tricolor composer, in São Paulo and Rio, and for this poor scribe, who has long been free from corrupt top hats who prosecuted him in the vain hope of intimidating him.
Rounds come and go and very rarely is there more talk about football than refereeing errors, from time to time with the collaboration and partnership of VAR.
It gets to be bizarre. Maddening.
Whistle blowers, even those with the FIFA shield on their chest, star in the worst moments of the Brazilian Championship and compete with the players in the search for headlines and spotlights.
Duo Flaco Roque? Jorginho and Dom Arrascaeta? Nothing!
Slaughter and Casagrande! One because he ruined Choque-Rei, another because he choked on the bragantina sausage and salted Grêmio’s gaucho barbecue.
The two tricolors, from São Paulo and Porto Alegre, have plenty of reasons to complain about the defeats to Palmeiras and Bragantino, even more so those from Pampas than those from Pauliceia.
Because those led by Mano Menezes were 0-0 until the end when they were punished for an indecent micro-penalty.
Hernán Crespo’s pupils, punished for not taking a macro penalty, as if the infamous error wasn’t enough, they also deserve criticism for allowing the comeback when they were winning by two goals — which could have been three, if they converted the maximum penalty.
That. A minimum penalty was given against Grêmio and the maximum penalty was not given for São Paulo. Sleep.
The traditionally incapable CBF refereeing management is beaten for having and not having a dog.
Critics plead for the millionaire confederation’s firewood VAR to be less interventionist and ask for it to enter the scene just to avoid gross mistakes.
For behold, VARgonhoso capriciously does the opposite: he intervenes when he shouldn’t and remains silent when he should intervene.
Amidst the bets, it’s definitely a scandal.
In addition to creative proposals to help with crazy arbitrations.
Gilmar Mauro, from the National Coordination of the MST, proposes that, in each round, grades be given to the blowers in order to demote them in the division if they do not reach the minimum average.
A reckless proposal, without a doubt, but consistent with those who live courageously and dangerously. Because there is a risk that there will be no one to referee the following season.
“Why, then, not appeal to robots?”, he asks maliciously, at least with the certainty that robots don’t steal (and also, here, the verb steal is mere poetic license).
“Now seriously”, Carlinhos Vergueiro leaves and another tricolor enters, but only from Rio, Chico Buarque de Hollanda.
“Now seriously/ I wish I didn’t lie/ I didn’t want to deceive/ Dribble, deceive/ So much disenchantment”, but it’s really difficult, desperate, to see so much nonsense from out-of-tune whistles.
How about professionalizing referees and making them independent of confederations and federations?
Oh, I know. It’s “power”. Who gives up power?
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