Mr Perfect ? Not really, no. Just a normal bloke who was and is quite capable of going to a football match without feeling the urge to act like a prick and try and look all big and hard in front of his equally tragic mates. It was embarrassing.
As you say though, as a race, most of us have...
"Tough nut to crack", like it was some kind of military campaign, and not a bunch of Pringled-up alpha-mullets with bumfluff posturing all over the shop. "HOLD ME BACK...HOLD ME BACK..."
Sad bellends.