Jackie’s thread isn’t from the 70s. The phenomenon he’s drawing attention to is. I’m sick of Sky (and the BBC) turning football into the 2020 version of ‘The Price is Right’. Okay, ugliness is no guarantee of good sense or plain dealing, as Greg Clarke has just reminded us (and awful as it was, his shitshow in front of the Parliamentary Committee was of a piece with his recent track record on Project Big Picture). But the relentless Sky/BBC pursuit of the game show models of presentation and reporting keep pissing me off. The Sky Transfer Centre was once redeemed by the background antics of real fans. Now it looks and sounds like blokes flogging dinner sets in a 70s provincial market. BBC online reporting of the Premier League now embarrasses the trolls they keep trying to stir up. And whenever I watch a match on the box, I keep expecting Nicholas Parsons to open the curtains for another instant sale of a Qualcast next to a girl in a bikini. No issue with female presenters, most women know more about football than Lawro. But on the TV they don’t all have to be so young and groomed. Most men on sports TV aren’t. Most women on the TV news aren’t.