VAR 1 Wolves 0
I’m saddened and angry that this blog has to be dedicated to VAR – an inept concept that is threatening the very game we love.
I should be waxing lyrical about how our heroes in gold and black more than matched the champions-elect at Anfield.
I want to marvel over the perfect away performance, I want to laud Nuno for his squad management, I want to shout from the rooftops about how the glory days of the 50s are about to return.
But I can’t, at least not tonight, VAR has denied us that privilege.
VAR is floored, breaking its own rules. There has to be conclusive evidence of a clear and obvious error.
Anthony Taylor’s on-field decision for Liverpool’s opener was no goal. You can’t tell me that there was conclusive proof to show that Adam Lallana didn’t touch the ball with his upper arm.
Unfortunately, the clueless numpties in Stockley Park did. It was a close call, Taylor could have given it either way, and that’s exactly why the original decision had to stand.
And how can Virgil Van Dijk’s handball in the lead up to the goal not be spotted or not allowed to be viewed by VAR?
As for Jonny’s little toe being offside, are you really telling me that VAR was created to nit-pick over the tiniest of margins? When an offside call is so minuscule, why doesn’t the benefit of the doubt go to the attacker?
In this day and age, we should be able to properly utilise technology in football, especially as VAR has been largely successful in other countries.
The poor standard of officiating in the Premier League coupled with an ‘English know best’ attitude in regard to the ridiculous refusal of using pitchside monitors probably explains it.
I don’t think it’s a coincidence that European games have more flow to them, with the referee barely noticed.
There you have it; an entire blog dedicated to the utter shambles that is VAR.
This last paragraph should be talking about how Wolves didn’t look out of place against the best team in the world, coming away with another famous win.
VAR has denied us that.