Slabhead was nothing special at Leicester, just adequate. He could have gone for 15 million and nobody would have taken much notice of him. But the verminous bastards step in with a brain-crushing 80 million and suddenly he's hyped beyond all logic: the greatest defender ever to step onto the pitch. The single finest CB since the game began is lauded as the final jigsaw piece, the half-man half-Superman who will stand supreme in the rags' defence, calmly dealing with everything that is thrown at him.
But as ever with them, he was shown to be a catastrophe waiting to happen. One disaster after another, found to be wanting every time the opponents mounted an attack because he was way out of position. Too slow in getting back to do his job because he was too far in the opponents half and didn't have sufficient speed to get back fast enough.
It was one jaw-dropping moment after another: the ultimate weakest link - and he was the captain!
Waistcoat persisted with him, despite his below-average performances, despite the immense criticism from former rags like Ratboy and Keane etc. Even the rag arse-licking tabloids in this country were hanging him out to dry after another farcical display for the national team...and the rags may well get 50 million for him.
Something is intrinsically wrong with football if the vermin get anything over 10 million for the statuesque çunt.
