The portly defender displayed a mesmerising series of tics and twitches to occupy the time as he watched the game from the fringes of the defence. Every now and again he got involved in some obligatory playground incident, thus permitting the crowd to ridicule simultaneously his girth, his gender and his parentage. (''You fat girly bastard'', in case you were wondering.) To say he is becoming a caricature of himself is unfair. After all, it implies he was once something more than that.