He delights the crowd, flicking and swerving, darting and weaving. He scores goals for fun, changes games, wins championships. He tops the polls, wins the awards, receives the adulation. He earns big bucks, commands a huge transfer fee, is the envy of every club in Europe. He is a footballing genius.
He dives and feigns injury, cries and moans, disrespects the ref. He shows his club disloyalty, yet expects the fans to love him. He bares his chest to say “look at me – see how beautiful I am”, prances and poses. He lacks humility, lacks grace. I hope he never plays for Liverpool. He is a footballing fool.