We have the closest close up as they do in rugby all slowed down to snail's pace AND shown on the big screen for all and sundry to see. Let Dermot G or Howie Redshirt have the brass neck to call summat else when fifty or sixty thousand have seen what happened. The trouble with Howie in his shed is that he is allowed to 'explain' what has happened, why it's happened and what will happen next, when the Laws of the Game are quite clear. They spend a minute or two with mic shoved up nose to re-interpret the Laws. It happens every week in the studio from ex-pros who come out with some of the most banal shite ever spoken in a sports studio - "He was entitled to go down . . . . . . ", 'There was contact", "He's not that sort of player . . . . . !" - none of which you could find written in the Laws of the Game.