I think that Motson would get one because he straddled the line that separated amiable, beloved familiarity and inane parody for so long before falling headlong into the latter. He's become a national institution, but in a dumb, hopeless, pitiful way.

If Peter Drury bought it, there wouldn't be a minute's silence nor applause. More along the lines of a large conga line, replete with cheerily-brandished bottles of champagne.