Alright, let me tell you what went down. I finally got some time to myself, decided to catch the game. You know the one. Had everything set up, snacks ready, settled onto the sofa. Proper comfy.
The match started, pretty standard stuff. Back and forth, a few chances here and there. I was just getting into the rhythm of it, hoping we’d pull something off. You always have that hope, right? Even when things look a bit shaky.
Then it happened…
Things were getting a bit tense on the pitch. You could feel it building. Then bam. The challenge went in. It looked clumsy, maybe a bit reckless from my angle on the TV. The whistle blew loud. Straight away, you could see the ref reaching for his pocket.
Red. Straight red. For Pogba. I literally jumped off the sofa. “No way!” I shouted, probably too loud. My dog looked startled. I mean, seriously? A straight red for that? Okay, maybe it wasn’t the cleanest tackle I’ve ever seen, but a straight red felt harsh. Really harsh.
I spent the next ten minutes just fuming. Rewound the playback like three times on the stream. Watched it in slow-mo.
- First look: Yeah, okay, not great. Late maybe.
- Second look: Still looked clumsy more than nasty.
- Third look: Started seeing why the ref might have given it, but still felt excessive.
It just changed the whole dynamic, didn’t it? Put the team right on the back foot. All that early hope just fizzled out. It’s frustrating, man. You invest your time, get your hopes up, and then something like that happens and it feels like the game’s just gone. Spent the rest of the match just feeling deflated. Not much practice in analyzing tactics after that, more just staring blankly at the screen, thinking about that one moment. That red card really stuck with me.
