The 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.

Gropey 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.

Thankfully 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 tv.