Hes a fucking bellend.
I used to work in a popular South Liverpool Restaurant, a couple of night shifts through the week. He came in one Wednesday night with his page 3 bird, think her name was Amy something or other. We got him a table even though we were pretty much full. He had a 3 course meal and about 7 or 8 cocktails (fucking strong ones as well, I was making them). Paid up, left barely any tip, and got up to leave. His bird was fucking stunning like so I held the door open for them so I could get a better look at her arse. Walked out and not even a thanks or anything. Then I watched as he walked over the road, got in the drivers seat of a car (some Lamborghini or something like that), switched the engine on, and fucking screeched off down the road. The guy must have been 4 or 5 times over the limit the amount of ale he had. Hes a professional footballer on 60K a week, and hes drink driving in a very noticeable car. Prick.
And don't get me started on Xabi Alonso. Tight fucker.