The FA await ...

Yeah, and I'm still waiting for the Arsenal to offer me that coveted number 10 role (I've got it in me, I'm telling you!). Hey, first off, let me cover something straight away. Exciting news from Jim down below and plenty of fantastic clips of the Liverpool supporters fully embracing the goal fest from Saturday at Old Trafford that immediately preceded my Football Coma. It appears Rafa spent the last week or so rubbing his good luck kidney stones. Scroll away people. (And follow Match Pricks on Twitter for those times you need some instant blogging.)

Right, moving along then.

The headline I read toward the end of the day began, "The FA await ..." 

They await what, exactly?

Apparently, they are waiting for Hull's response to Cesc Fabregas' alleged gob that traveled toward the Hull City assistant manager. They are "asking" for the club's version of the story, say the reports. My ass. What a load of bollocks. How's about asking them to explain themselves rather than pulling a sleepy head off the desk with a grumble, "huh, what? Someone's got summin' a say? Best listen then, yeah?"

Well hell, does this look like a man who might have done something so disgusting? 

Mmmm, didn't think so.

I also read, somewhere, at some point, (talk about journalistic integrity), the following phrase of sterling journalistic integrity ...

 "if reports are to believed."

Ahem. This is not news. This is certainly not journalism. It's reactionary. It's knee jerk. It's a freaking water boy trying to call in a play. This is the equivalence of someone firing off a story about me standing in Hyde Park shouting, "I want some Tevez money, dammit! Let's count it, shall we, at a square $40 for the cost incurred for booze I blew through during Arsenal matches against West Ham since they should have been relegated!" Beyond that, what's the big deal here, eh?

Look, I'm no hypocrite. If the Arsenal captain Cesc Fabregas spit "at (my) assistant manager's feet," as Phil Brown was quoted (sidebar: Phil's line, "I'm not going tittle-tattling to the FA." Um, Phil, don't be daft, you just did. You'll run your mouth to Sky's cameras with that fire in your eyes, but of course, a man of your stature would surely never "tittle-tattle" would he?), then shame on him and I'm sorry that he resorted to spitting. But what ... he'll be suspended for three games? Maybe? Big deal. 

The kid has been out for three months already. I mean, it was reportedly just at the man's feet, not on him. Not in his face. Not on his, ahem, Bluetooth. Just a couple of weeks ago Ronaldo (press the green button on your remote if you'd Ronaldo to stick his thumb up Nani's ass when they form their next wall) spit in the direction of some other player (was it Tugay? can't be bothered to research that right now.).

Gross and disgraceful? Sure. Absolutely no place for it in the game, much less any other walk of life. But it's not something demanding action when it's in the direction of a player yet not on him. Meanwhile, you have divers, you have cheaters, you have people breaking legs with nary a punishment. Hmmm. That sound right to you? Didn't think so. I mean you wanna talk about bringing the game into disrepute?

And it's all because one man lost (dubiously? maybe, but still ... ) and got extremely bent out of shape. Regardless of the emotions out of (supressed chuckle) Heinz Park or whateverthehell they call it, Cesc immediately (as in, that night) denied it in full. 

And hey, he's not the kind of kid to do something, you know, as, like, stupid as, oh, I don't know, say, tossing some, you know, like pizza, or maybe soup at another team's, umm, manager. Eh? Eh? (ahem)