Augustine Ogbni celebrates for BBU and he didn't even score the goal. Photo: http://www.nicksellsphotography.comThere seems to be a rash of evangelical prayer celebrations overtaking the foreign contingent of footballers in the C-League this season. It's become increasingly noticeable in the last few games. I much preferred the double somersaults or running to the corner flag for a bit of boxing practise, or even those god-awful dance routines, not to mention cradling the baby, but the arms aloft in thanks to a higher being just don't do it for me at all. I have a bad enough time controlling my anger whenever I see the whiter-than-white Mormons pedalling their crap around Phnom Penh, I really don't want to bring God into the equation at the football stadium as well. So a personal plea please, can we stop thanking Him for his bountiful wonderfulness of providing you with the means to tap the ball over the goal-line from a yard out and get back to those ridiculous goal celebrations that we all love to hate.