There are three certainties in life: death, taxes, and the sight of Brad Jones on the Liverpool bench. In the coming apocalypse, emerging from the rubble alongside cockroaches and the Greek national team, will be Brad Jones. Hair immaculate. Gloves on.
He is one of life’s great survivors. He has a job which he’s not particularly good at, but has conned a litany of football managers into believing that he’s adequate enough to provide backup and competition to someone with a superior ability. He has been doing this throughout his entire 13-year playing career.
How can a 32-year-old goalkeeper have only played 106 league games in a 13-year playing career?