These days stick a camera in someone's face, ask them some dull question about a game, a player or (god forbid) tactics, and you'll get some laughably misinformed opinion. But that's enough about Jamie Redknapp, Garth Crooks and Chris Sutton et al, because if we're talking about the bastard offspring of Andy Warhol's nightmare vision, FanTV, there will never be words enough to describe the earnest uselessness of it.
In the good old days you could quietly move away from some or other ranting knobhead but now they're everywhere. It's not enough that some of them actually produce post-match videos of themselves "analysing" games to their own camera, but now these DFBs are actively being sought out in the street.
The odd thing is, though, despite the unintentionally hilarious nature of the fatuous reactions, that old "Wisdom of Crowds" thing comes to the rescue. Crowds know who's a good player, what good football looks like and who's a cheat. But there's nowt so queer as folk.