This week Johnny looks at Clive, Clive. No not that Clive, Clive, the other Clive, Clive. It's Allen, Clive.
Johnny looks at Dean Saunders and thinks of polka dot waistcoats. The Clough story is mentioned.
This week Johnny looks at the man from Middlesbrough who everyone calls Clem. He's that lower league bloke.
This week Johnny takes a look at the Mighty Quinn, and he discovers that he's just his cup of meat.
This week Johnny goes all Butch. Oooh, get him. No, not like that. My word, it's Ray, young man.
This week Johnny goes all Oirish, so he does, and wonders if Richard Dunne is the victim of a nuclear explosion.
This week Johnny goes dahn sarf to the Romford manah, my son. It’s only that fackin’ Ray Parlour, geezer.
Johnny goes back to his favourite medium and listens to the inimitable Caroline Barker on the radio.
Once a part of English football's finest ever club side, Ray Houghton is now a part of the punditry furniture.
Hear that? That’s the Fashionista klaxon being activated. Remember anything he says, though?
Johnny arrives at the moccasined feet of that nice Graeme Le Saux, a miniature Arnie it seems...
Yes, Johnny has gone meta. And frankly we can't work out whether it's awful or wonderful...
It's another one of Sky’s "oh...is that what he’s called" presenters that we all know, but we don't know we know.
He is anonymous to many, but a voice we all know. Johnny profiles BT Sport's Ian Darke.
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