What a week in the Premier League. Less than six months after taking spurs their first ever Champions League final, Mauricio Piotrino gets sacked.

Jose Rino bought himself a pair of Tottenham pajamas and he's back in business.

Extra the only threat to Liverpool title hopes and Millwall have won twice since I last entertained Mr. Danny Baker in my kick.

One of them away from home's home. I'm actually a headsy-awaitcher. I'm actually wearing the feet of it.

The 92 London Dockinshire. I've got a lion on my hat that tells you Millwall just won an away game.

In fact, there's a wonderful, all-fashion piece of referee in here.

You never have a little chocolate VAR, a bitter chocolate.

Millwall were giving a free kick about 25 yards out and it wasn't really a free kick.

I scored directly from it, which is a game like Hayley's Comet, Bansch, and the Swansea Cress that I'm immediately calling the referee...

There was a masturbatory reference, I won't mind you.

Anyway, so they'd done two minutes later and Millwall had a corner and there was the most outrageous penalty even by the Swansea commentator.

Oh, that's a penalty. That's a penalty. But the referee decided to even things up like they used to do.

No, come on, we'll walk over that free game. We could have been out of sight.

But a lot of people I know said, well, better than VAR, right?

Don't mention the VAR. I did it once and I think I got away with it.

Don't mention the VAR. The figure is...

It's getting worse, everyone is talking about you.

I know. Because that's what they want.

But now, I've noticed inevitably what was always going to happen.

Any goal, like they used to have a pleasure to put the arm up for our side, they just think something.

They'll find something if you go like this. I'm sure enough.

They look at every goal anyway. They do look.

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