It's the odious little runts birthday today. Here is a extract from a piece on another website which sums it up more eloquently than i could:
Feel free to take your gissa job brochure, your helicopter, your equine fixation and your miserable face to anywhere daft enough to employ you.
Don’t think that this criticism has anything to do with your fading talents as a footballer though, No, our beef with you remains the four years-worth of utter contempt shown to the people who bought the shirts, seats and subscriptions that funded your lavish lifestyle.
At least people like Joey Barton go through the motions of badge-kissing and patronising the punters. You couldn’t even be bothered to do that, spending your time on Tyneside with a face like a smacked arse, interspersed with brief interludes of sucking lemons.
Your skin may be thick but it’ll never be as thick as your wallet. Don’t feel bad about us though – we’d have only blown the tens of millions of pounds that went into your offshore accounts on other ungrateful pillocks.
No shame, no guts, no soul, but a bulging portfolio. Role model? My arse. You put the con in Icon.
