How Do You Brits Put Up With Sky Sports’ David Croft?

The only sport I follow is Formula 1. For the past 2 years, our F1 coverage in the US is provided by England’s Sky Sports, anchored by David “Crofty” Croft, one of the most supercilious, self-impressed, loud-mouthed, dimwitted and humorless slugs it has ever been my displeasure to encounter. His knowledge of F1 would not fill his own microscopic jockstrap. His alleged sense of humor makes Adam Sandler look like Groucho Marx by comparison. His “debating” skills would lose out to Siri in a clash. He SHOUTS at the slightest hint of action on the track, forgetting that play-by-play commentary is irrelevant ON TV. It has come to the point that I simply mute my system when the action begins and, sad to say, am happier than I would be were I listening to this bombastic jackass pitifully try to describe to me what I can see with my own eyes and understand with my decades of accumulated F1 knowledge far better than he. Is, I hope, there a Burn Crofty At The Stake movement in England?