Not that it’s going to affect me one way or the other over here in merrie olde England, but what on Earth would possess any broadcaster to employ a clapped out, piss pot, clown like Crerand in this day and age. You’d think any new programme maker would want his product to be synonymous with a degree of quality. If you want an ex-rag for your key pea-brained demographic, then fine, there are dozens to choose from, so why opt for an embittered old cnut who talks, or to be more accurate, mutters and slurs, out of his arse? Bizarre