
I've just seen Wayne Rooney mouthing obscenities after scoring a goal.
This latest embarrassing episode in the Wayne Rooney Book of Silly Games defies belief, there he is, a rich talented man doing what he loves at the best, most vigorous time of his life and what does he do.... spouts vitriol into the dignified silent face of a camera.
Maybe there are underlying issues, possibly concerning the mismanagement of his marriage, whatever ails him though should not give him leeway to hurtle unnecessary expletives at a proper working man.
I've never been fully on board S.S. Rooney on account of his steaming, bullying and sometimes questionable antics both on and off the pitch. In other words he's a brainless bruiser who, without the gift of being able to knock a ball about, would probably have spent his life impregnating girls and sitting on walls drinking.
But luckily for England fans we have the star in our midst ready to cut a bloody swathe in Wembley's dirt and, providing he isn't feeling overwrought, over snapped or overheard, we'll see him score a nice goal or two.
Bit of advice...Sssh and let your feet do the talking...
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