Fuck him. He's currying favour because all he's done in the past is dance to whatever tune the rags have been playing. Our boys are not in that line up through choice, I believe the bloated fucker was told to put them in.
Crooks is a rotund, overstuffed blimp of a human being with as much football knowledge as one of Ena Sharples' old hairnets.
I always think he looks like the inflated Mr Big towards the end of 'Live and Let Die,' when Roger Moore shoves that compressed air pellet into his mouth. (Off topic, but that McCartney theme song is brilliant.)