Enjoyed this article on Mike Dean
http://www.sbnation.com/soccer/2016/1/13/10759646/all-hail-mike-dean-the-epls-best-and-worst-referee
On Tuesday night, two of the Premier League's Uniteds, Manchester and Newcastle, came together to gift the country something really quite special: A six-goal humdinger dotted with penalties, seasoned with snark, littered with defensive incoherence, and containing not one, but two blown leads by the red side of the argument, who really should know better. There were a couple of decent goals, too, and Wayne Rooney had his first not-bad game in quite some time. All in all, it was a great game for the neutral. Which is presumably why referee Mike Dean seemed to be enjoying himself so much.
Mr. Dean — it feels weirdly inappropriate to simply shorten a referee's name to "Dean," and there's not a chance in hell we're calling him "Mike," so forgive us as we go full New York Times — is perhaps the finest practitioner of the art of refereeing in the Premier League. By the art of refereeing we don't mean the mundane business of deciding what is or isn't a foul, is or isn't a yellow card, is or isn't an appropriate word for the captain of England to be spitting into the air. That's the business of being a referee. And Mr. Dean, like all the other referees, is sort of alright at it. He gets some things wrong, he gets most things right. It's a really difficult job, after all.
No, the art of being a referee is something altogether different. Consider his penalties. Some referees keep their eyes fixed on the incident but extend a lazy arm, such that for a second it seems they've awarded a goal kick. Others turn and point properly like respectable human beings. But when Chris Smalling wrestled Aleksandar Mitrovic to the floor, Mr. Dean swiveled and marched towards the penalty spot, then stabbed his finger down with all the violence of a schoolteacher investigating an exceptionally explicit graffito. Then he turned to the man responsible. "You! Smalling! What. Is. That?"