A wee poem that I saw penned elsewhere...............nice!! And SO topical!! 
Scottish Refs just seem to find out early
How to open doors with just a shake
It doesn’t even matter if you’re hopeless
Or how many “honest” bloopers that you make
Late at night his office must get lonely
I guess every house of cards must have its price
A cupboard full of skeletons and Tippex
And he’s airbrushed out the errors, very nice!
So he tells his boss he’s going out for the evening
To comfort an old friend who's team are down
But we know where he thinks his bread is buttered
its over on the cheatin' side of town
Hugh can't hide your reffing lies
And his match reports are a thin disguise
We thought by now you'd realize
There ain't no way to hide your reffing lies
On the other side of town a manager’s waiting
with fiery eyes and dreams no one could steal
he drives on through the night anticipating
'Cause he likes the way his bias makes him feel
The rushing for the cards, he claims whenever
His whistlers cover Celtic, is just fine
they ask for it because they never ever
Just roll over and lose but simply whine
Hugh can't hide your reffing lies
And his match reports are a thin disguise
We thought by now you'd realize
There ain't no way to hide your reffing lies
he wonders how he ever got this lazy
He seethes about those from those different schools
Did get fired or did he just get lazy?
His arrogance portrays him as a fool
That old mole, he sure knew how to arrange things
He set it up so well, so carefully
Ain't it funny how corruption didn't change things
Hugh’s still the useless tool he used to be

Scottish Refs just seem to find out early
How to open doors with just a shake
It doesn’t even matter if you’re hopeless
Or how many “honest” bloopers that you make
Late at night his office must get lonely
I guess every house of cards must have its price
A cupboard full of skeletons and Tippex
And he’s airbrushed out the errors, very nice!
So he tells his boss he’s going out for the evening
To comfort an old friend who's team are down
But we know where he thinks his bread is buttered
its over on the cheatin' side of town
Hugh can't hide your reffing lies
And his match reports are a thin disguise
We thought by now you'd realize
There ain't no way to hide your reffing lies
On the other side of town a manager’s waiting
with fiery eyes and dreams no one could steal
he drives on through the night anticipating
'Cause he likes the way his bias makes him feel
The rushing for the cards, he claims whenever
His whistlers cover Celtic, is just fine
they ask for it because they never ever
Just roll over and lose but simply whine
Hugh can't hide your reffing lies
And his match reports are a thin disguise
We thought by now you'd realize
There ain't no way to hide your reffing lies
he wonders how he ever got this lazy
He seethes about those from those different schools
Did get fired or did he just get lazy?
His arrogance portrays him as a fool
That old mole, he sure knew how to arrange things
He set it up so well, so carefully
Ain't it funny how corruption didn't change things
Hugh’s still the useless tool he used to be

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