They just talk drivel. Whoever is winning is great, whoever isn't, isn't. It's banal. And also semi-literate at times ... they never criticise in an intelligent way. Anything that isn't banal is said to be an outburst. They've created this cartoon world where everyone talks like Lineker and says nothing.

Niall Quinn is a creep. The man's an idiot, a Mother Theresa.

If ever a player was out of his class that night it was me.

You need dictatorships and poverty to produce great footballers.

Kilbane's head is better than his feet. If only he had three heads, one on the end of each leg.

Somewhere in there the grace of a ballet dancer joins with the strength of an SAS squaddie, the dignity of an ancient kind, the nerve of a bomb disposal officer.

He's fat and a clown, Bill, a fat clown for all to see.