WHEREVER you go, whatever you do in life, there’s no escaping it. We live in a world of moans and complaints.

The office is too hot, the office is too cold.

In this city, nobody can even go out for a nice meal without complaining that the menu is written in too small a font, that they were unlucky to get the table by the toilets and the drinks came too slowly.

London is particularly full of fun sponges, always telling you about a minor injustice that needs redress: the meal deal didn’t scan the right price at the checkout, that cyclist didn’t stop, the barman should’ve seen I was next, that pint was flat, he didn’t even say excuse me, it’s Jamie Carragher again, they didn’t email back for two days and oh, of course it would rain on my birthday wouldn’t it?

You lot revel in it every day, the grief thief always finding something wrong, whatever the situation.

And yet despite this national collective endeavour to wallow in world-leading displeasure, in football complaining is totally banned. It’s a sin, in fact, for any manager to question anything. Like good servants, they must speak when they are spoken to, but not about that.

This is the case even with Mikel Arteta’s perfectly reasonable grievance, one which we’d all share if we supported the same team. No Newcastle United fan would have complained if Joelinton’s gratuitous and obvious foul before their goal on Saturday had been penalised.

But when Arteta wonders aloud about refereeing standards – you know they have TVs now and can see the foul as many times as they want? – he is criticised as a spoilt brat.

The reaction to his complaint has been ridiculous with a host of fading football columnists and TV pundits – including the aforementioned Carragher – insisting that “you can’t do that”. So, while the same inane talking heads spend hours discussing whether something should have been a goal or not, Arteta or any other manager is not permitted to share his own opinion.

We are asking for some very boring press conferences if no criticism is ever allowed of the all-powerful Oz (pssst… it’s Howard Webb behind the curtain).

Of course, Spurs manager Ange Postecoglu’s comments are never dull. Mate, he just tells it like it is, and insisted this week that he would never question a bad call from a ref. He may regret saying that.

While the babblemouths were full of praise for such pragmatism and probably actually think they really are Postecoglou’s mate, they forgot the fact that the same manager was booked for complaining too much in the game they just watched.

Let’s not pretend, everybody is a moaner.