IF you’re puzzled as to how refs can STILL reach the wrong decisions even with the help of video assistance, then let me point you in the direction of the audio released from the VAR closet in relation to the red card given to Myles Lewis-Skelly at Wolves.

Instantly, you will recognise that despite the game being worth millions, billions, or trillions, it is being umpired by what sounds like – and please do check the audio – a group of panicking adolescents on a Monday night Call of Duty squad meet.

You would get a more considered conversation if you put Jason Cundy, Jamie O’Hara or any other TalkSport rent-a-viral in the wagon and asked them what they thought instead.

As we know, it has now been accepted that the red card was a mistake and, although I don’t want to go on like our evergreen maaate and grand excuse magnet Ange Postecoglou, but one table has Arsenal on top of the league without VAR mistakes. We can probably all accept that it’s not any easy job being a ref, or it seems having to press stop, rewind and play, but there was no need to rush to that red card.

They seem to be able to spend as long as they like with the goal-stealing rulers being used for offside, but this confirmation of a red card was over in a few squeaky “yeah yeahs”. Check complete.

You might think this sorry debacle would be one that the Premier League’s refereeing bumbleship might now want to forget, but no. Not content with giving the red card wrongly twice, they have now fined Arsenal for failing to keep their players cool as they remonstrated at the glaring unfairness.

This is akin to singing “I know a song that will get on your nerves” repeatedly to a tiger and getting outraged when after 20 minutes it decides to chomp the voicebox out of your neck.

“We don’t like to see scenes like this”, you hear on football commentary a lot. It’s usually over scenes like the passion for their clubs shown by Abdoulaye Doucoure and Curtis Jones in the Merseyside derby’s post match scraplet the other week.

The scrum at Goodison Park was actually an answer to those who now think all footballers are deadened robots more interested in rubber-faced dates, superhero cars and big watches than if your club – the thing that pays them – wins or loses.

Surely that release of passion, as long as nobody is really hurt, is part of the everything of football, not something to punish like the Leeds manager who was booked for celebrating a last-minute winner this week by bouncing out of the technical area.

Arsenal had been wronged and all the players were incensed. Good. More fire please.