They all take themselves so terribly seriously though, don't they? Stood behind the posts, sweating like a butcher at a vegan dinner party, hyperventilating into their microphone and hitching their pants up like a pound bakery regular at lunch time.
At least John Holdsworth knew he was a portly figure of fun, and played up to it in wonderfully shakesperian style. He was the Sir Alec Guinness of the whistle.
