Manchester City's bus battles through Monday's torrential rain and there he is, arms spread wide, at the centre of the shot. This is where he belongs, after all. Jack Grealish meets Jack Dawson - air in his lungs, on the grandest ship in the world, enjoying champagne with fine people. A fitting image of a footballer who has the world watching and to whom this is everything. Every layer of Grealish demands attention: on-field maverick, loving brother, party animal.
The journey to here has been long but for Jack it's only just getting started. And you cannot help but want to be there with him, every step of the way. The £100million footballer who won't ever lose what's inside. There is an infectious relatability to Grealish and perhaps that is the appeal of City's number ten. He challenges the conventions of the modern day footballer simply by being himself. How can you not warm to this guy?
A live Jack-Cam over the last 72 hours would've sure been compelling viewing. Wearing a high-visibility vest, he pretended to be a turkey while having vodka poured into his mouth, on stage, by Kalvin Phillips. Football will be the last thing on the 27-year-old's mind right now, but it is undoubtedly why this level of celebration works.
