And I thought we'd been stitched up before the Final. Forget that. In the Final itself, which was played last night, the Saudi Arabian referee had one eye. Any 50-50 decisions went the way of the hosts, as he kept himself busy cautioning five of our players and ignoring their infractions. I'm as bitter as bitter can be. Forget this good loser crap, I'm a bad loser and always have been. Especially when it's a set-up. Which it blatantly was. For the last three years the hosts have won the AFC President's Cup. Judging by this competition, it doesn't come as any surprise at all. Phnom Penh Crown didn't play as well as we had in the previous two matches. That was a problem, as was conceding goals at the start of each half. Too many players turned in average performances on what should've been the night of their footballing lives. Nevertheless, and despite the one-eyed referee, Crown stayed in the game and went looking for a late leveller, which with any other man in black, they would've got. Not this one. He waved away a blatant, nailed-on penalty in time added on and after that, the final went haywire. Three Crown players decided that pushing the ref in the chest might make him change his mind. It didn't and they all got red cards, and rightfully so. As if that wasn't enough, the Taipower bench thought it was fair game to attack one of the Crown players at the final whistle, which triggered a chain reaction that saw most of the players involved in fisticuffs on the pitch. Order was eventually restored but the damage had been done. Crown had lost and their reputation was in tatters. All the hard work put in by the management and the players, undone in a few moments of madness. Goodness knows what the repercussions will be. I shudder to think. I went up with the team to get my medal, yes even the media officer gets a medal, but it meant nothing. Everything conspired against us, and blow it all, we didn't even help ourselves. Life can be such a bitch sometimes.
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