Nothing beats sitting in the Sky studios, glassy-eyed, mouthing rationalizations for that steaming pile of bovine evacuation served up by Everton on Sunday? Money for nothing, really.
Although Carragher was straining hard there. And he sounds like goat being strangled at the best of times.
By the way, if you subtract Pickford's belly flops onto the ball, followed by his Jack-Nicholson-in-the-Shining grin, what was the real possession stat? 10%?