His comments in his autobiography were so unbeleivably daft it was almost funny. Almost. In saying that he couldn’t believe that Arsenal were arguing over “just another 5 grand a week” whilst renegotiating his contract he must have alienated virtually everyone. That extra 5 grand a week equates to an additional £260,000 a year. You really have to feel for him don’t you, especially as those reading the book probably earn less than his weekly wage per annum.
So there is that, his autobiography. Horrible, unecessary and uninteresting.
Then he cheats on his Mrs. Nice one. No problem though really as he has 10 cars and a PS3 in every room. Danielle Lloyd will no doubt be waiting in the wings. Its all good bruv.
And then there is last night, the game with Spurs. He commits a tackle for which he should have been sent off for (if not banned for life) and then makes a huge song and dance about being booked?! This bloke is so far removed form reality that it is mind boggling.
What an odious little twerp.
So. I ask you. Is there anyone on gods green earth, anyone at all, who has anything resembling warm feelings to this cretin? I’d be very, very suprised…