The ironic thing about Brazil is that Andy Gray pretty much stole his whole act as a co-commentator. In the early days, when Brazil still had the drink under semi-control, he stamped his signature on that earthy, authoritative, phrase-friendly Scottish delivery, only to see Gray come along and - as he slipped into a reliance on the sauce - copy every mannerism he had ("What a hit, son, what a hit," for example, sounded like classic Brazil). Which I guess pushed him over the edge into the 24/7 guggling. It's sad for him that he's now at a radio station where they seem to find it hilarious that he's drinking himself to death.