Stevie G Goes Totally Shithouse MentalWhat is it with footballers and club brawls?
We're told Steven Gerrard roughed up a DJ for not playing a song. This to me is the equivalent of roughing up a grocery store clerk for not stocking up on enough organic 3% MF yoghurt, i.e. fucking ridiculous.
It's also hard to picture Steven Gerrard beating some gangly two-bit disc jockey to a pulp. Liverpool's rabbit-out-of-the-hat man has all the emotion of a strip of sheet metal. I like to think he strolled in the redundantly-named Lounge Room like Gort from the original The Day the Earth Stood Still, opened his metal visor and burned the disc-spinner a bit with his eye laser. Considering the vacuum of information, that story is about as likely as any other at the moment.
It's like Crouch eating his nachos. Is this all part of what it takes to play at the highest level, being boringly level-headed to the media but careening around like a douchebag during your off hours? Perhaps someone can direct me to a study, because I'm sure some bored Sociology PhD candidate must have picked up on this by now.
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