To be fair

My brother Ben is visiting, with his friend Matt. It is very reassuring to be able to go to the pub and talk about football. And, as is customary, such conversations are laced with certain phrases which are rarely heard beyond the pub/football axis. Matt contributed the majority of these (e.g. "Jose Mourinho's not going to have a problem getting another job, to be fair"), and it soon became apparent that my delight at hearing the football manager's favourite equivocatory phrase, meant that every other sentence was destined to be a cliche. The lads couldn't help themselves, to be fair.



"To be fair my bruvva looks pretty tasty knoworrimean?"

This is Ben and I trying to recreate the John Barnes World In Motion rap at home shortly afterward. Notice that a) we had to improvise with the footballs, and b) Ben dropped his ball at the crucial moment: