You can take your Pogbas, and your Ibrahimović-es, and you can shove them where the sun don't shine (Manchester), because Mark Clattenburg is the true rock star of world football.
So how does Clatters, a bona fide banter cannon, celebrate a successful season in which he oversaw the European Cup and Champions League finals?
With a lads holiday to Marbella and some not at all cringeworthy tattoos, of course.
Just take a look at the no-mum-I-swear-I-won't-regret-it Champions League trophy and Euro 2016 badge of inky pride on his forearms…
Something of the Alan Pardew about Mark Clattenburg, isn't there? Something of the recently-divorced-PE-teacher-with-a-fresh-new-hair-cut?
Just imagine a night out in Marbella with those two. Short-sleeve shirts undone to the belly button, quad vods in hand, ignoring all of Steve Bruce's Whatsapps.