
Football people on TV: Jonathan Pearce
Under-appreciated, but still certainly noticeable. Pearce is no-nonsense, but in a friendly and welcoming way
Under-appreciated, but still certainly noticeable. Pearce is no-nonsense, but in a friendly and welcoming way
Is telling Sir Alex Ferguson off for saying “b*llocks” on live TV enough for PFM membership?
There’s some proper Teesside love here between Johnny and Kam. But who doesn’t love him?
And no, Match of the Day doesn’t figure. You’re all too hipster for that. It’s all James Richardson and cleverness.
Being a commentator is the hardest job in football media by some distance. Who is the cream of the crop?
It’s time to take a look at your favourite football presenters. Johnny takes us through the top five.
They’ve had a Manchester derby, Arsenal v Liverpool and Chelsea v Liverpool and are still struggling.
It’s not all bad, and there are some superb television pundits out there. Johnny discovers your favourites
Johnny asked for your nominations for worst pundit and you delivered. Sorry, fella, it’s not us, it’s them.
The voice of a generation for younger football fans, Martin Tyler is just really bloody good at his job…
Terry Butcher is a PFM icon, and hates undershorts, headphones and people with big hair.
Is that Howard Webb in the Tactics Truck? Johnny is not quite sure. And can a ref ever be a PFM?
Is he Sky’s go-to man for punditry on matches that hardly anyone is watching? He looks well hard.
He spent his playing career in his brother’s shadow, but Phil is his own pundit.
Johnny glances up at his TV and 52” of High Definition Iain Dowie looks back at him with wild, dancing eyes.
Assured, safe, but effective, David Jones has got Footy on TV’s biggest gig: Monday Night Football.
It’s the most positive TV profile yet. Everybody thinks she’s bloody ace apart from the idiots…
Close your eyes and see if you can remember what he looks like. Nope? Us neither.
Hoddle, Saunders, Sav, Giggs, Keown, Bowen, Bilic, Henry, Shearer, Cates, Honigstein and much, much more…
He’s the next Gary, Gary. Maybe he’s too nice but we lay the blame for that at the door of his lovely mother…
This week Johnny puts down his tumbler of cranberry and vodka, takes off his bra and looks at the hunky man called Killa
If you want bluster, populist ranting and bog-standard football opinion from a big drinker, Brazil is your man.
He’s an exotic pleasure, like a pickled quail’s egg or tight shark skin underwear. Johnny is a little in love.
Dion Dublin loves exclamation marks, has a great smile, invented a box and presents daytime telly. Lovely.
Not a PFM, but a PFJ – proper football journalist. For some reason he’s easy to imagine wearing a safari suit…
Football’s John Travolta? He would be very hard to knock over, even with a very large stick. That’s better.
It’s time for the man who once took Jim Carrey’s Mask as a style icon. Dwight, not John Nicholson.
For a Guv’nor he is awful nervous. And definitely a PFM. Accidental assault ahoy…
Looks like Louie Spence and sounds like he could set his dog on you…but Higginbotham is quite eloquent.
In an all-too-often childish world, he behaves like a grown-up. Not a PFM. No roister or doister here…