I like Jamie Carragher. He’s an excellent pundit, a football obsessive, always engaging. He looks good lurking around a lighted plinth in designer man-trainers waiting to point at things on a massive screen. He’s perfect for that Sky studio role: steeped in English club-football culture, but also buzzing with modernity, tactical details, patterns you couldn’t previously see.
But I do think he’s wrong about André Onana and the politics of shouting at Harry Maguire. In his newspaper column this week Carragher offered a well-reasoned defence of Maguire, railing against his status as chief public whipping boy, with the strong central point that he should simply be rested for his own good.
