These get on my nerves. Watch a live game and after these thickos will talk about it for another 90 minutes like they are professor's of physics. These people as kids were mostly the dunces at school who spent most of the lessons picking their noses and flicking the bogies at classmates. They probably couldn't wipe their own bum's properly and had difficulty spelling their own names.
They get paid thousands for explaining a childishly simple game like it was rocket science.
They come out with statements like, If he had been on his line he might have saved it.
Wow, such intellect, we would never have come to a conclusion like that without the help of these boffins.
When the game has finished we always ask the bar staff to put on Hit's From the Seventies.
I know I go on about this but it really pees me off and one of the reasons I find the game I once loved boring these day's.
What's funny is the expensive suits they wear to explain a game of luck and chance to people. Before they were footballers they probably had no arse in their trousers.
The great players of the past had to get a job when they finished their playing careers.