A tale of me being a bit of a twat.

Last night I left a football match feeling aggrieved about a refereeing decision. Not so much the actual outcome, which was the easiest decision I& #39;ve seen for ages, but some context I felt had been missed in the previous flare-up.

After the game I happened to be involved in a chat with the referee and one of his assistants. The ref explained what he& #39;d seen (literally everything) and each small decision he& #39;d made before arriving at the conclusion he did.

I& #39;m not delighted about what I saw as the tactical manufacturing of a flashpoint by the opposition (rewarded, eventually, by a red card) but the ref& #39;s understanding of the main incident was so much better than mine that I& #39;m honestly a bit embarrassed to have had an opinion it.

All of which is to say:

If, like me, you& #39;re inclined towards (a) bias, (b) emotion and (c) shouting, try to keep a lid on it. You& #39;re being a dick and they probably didn& #39;t get it as wrong as you think.

And we need them. We should all try to remember that.