Pearce's style of commentary is entirely distinctive, he is loud, abrasive and sounds like sand-paper would if it were an overweight, morose middle-aged man bellowing ineffectually at the top of its' voice. With the enthusiasm and whimsy of a 5 year old Pearce will observe what is happening and tell you exactly what has happened at precisely 117 Miles per hour. It is unknown whether speech can be registered in MPH but Pearce's over-excited jibber-jabber is so utterly incomprehensible that it might as well be. It is unfortunate that to match his 5 year old's needless alacrity Pearce exhibits the knowledge of a child; his propensity to repeat what he has seen verbatim might be a tad more bearable were he not possessed of a voice that sounded like a turbo-charged electric pencil-sharpener.