successful tv career of Adrian Chiles continues to be a complete enigma. I've
never been able to fathom what it is he's supposed to be good at. He has the
personality and wit of a salted slug and Keano's clear hatred of him is the
only thing that keeps me watching in the vain hope that one day he'll burst him
like a garage forecourt football.
Lineker's smug love-in with make-up mad sales rep bully boy Hansen and shiny
grinning peanut schlemiel Shearer is like being trapped indefinitely round the
gaff of every boring boorish office boss for an extended motivation meeting and
tedious team-building drink-up.
I always watch games with mates so we can create our own banalities, poor puns
and shoddy insight whilst shouting at the shower of shite droning out of the