In the sea of lad-banter that is flooding back into football broadcasting, led by a couple of self-regarding BBC presenters whose idea of insight is to see how loudly and how often they can laugh at their own jokes, commentators like Martin Tyler and Peter Drury rise from the flood like islands of elegance and erudition.
That is not to say there are not still many wonderful football presenters.
Gary Lineker is superbly clever and reassuringly urbane, a man whose screen presence serves as a happy link to the halcyon days of Des Lynam, Dickie Davies, Frank Bough and David Coleman.