Footballers’ wives deserve sympathy

WHAT KATI DID NEXT:

YOU’VE got to feel a little bit sorry for Coleen Rooney haven’t you? And just a smidgen of pity for Lady Beckham? And poor Abbey Clancey, freshly pregnant, deserves a piquant of our understanding, no?

Ok, so they are rolling in cash, live in gated mansions and drive superfast and superlarge cars but the old adage still stands, money can’t buy you love.

Or in these unfortunate ladies cases, fidelity. No member of the Rooney/Beckham/Crouch camps has said either way as to whether these stories contain one iota of truth in them and to be honest, I imagine, not many of us care.

It’s less about factual journalism and more about salacious gossip.

However, the reason why I do feel that we need to at least give a small nod to these ladies is the fact that, every morning they have to wonder whether or not there will be more information about their partners splashed across the papers.

Information, that I imagine, they largely knew very little about. It all smacks of boys having too much money and far too much power.

“I am so invincible,” they must think, “I am able to run the gauntlet of infidelity and nothing or no-one will stop me.”

Clearly that’s not true because as we all know, well maybe not know, prostitutes are prepared to do quite a lot for money and selling their stories to a paper, I imagine, constitutes a very easy day’s pay.

Or weeks, depending on where the gentlemen in question met the ladies in question.

Mrs Rooney, holds most of my sympathy really. They were school kids when they met and neither I imagine, could ever have imagined, I imagine, what was to come in their very young lives.

The money, fame and talent could never have been a given for them, so she just fell in love with a school mate and was dragged into the fame game, dare I say it, kicking and screaming?

I get the impression that she enjoys the noteriety of being Mrs Rooney now but to have to read about Wayne;s indiscretions with “grandma hookers” (The Sun) knowing that every man and woman in the country will be reading it too, must be hard to swallow over her muesli.

All I can say is these boys better be grovelling expensively, only then can we stop feeling sympathy for their ladies.