Jack Grealish is a lovely, down-to-earth kid and I’ll start my latest column on him by saying the same thing I’ve said in the four or five I’ve written about him in the past.
Which is that all of the below is said only because I care. But whenever I see pictures of Grealish absolutely lagging – as he did to celebrate Manchester City’s Treble triumph – I fear he is making a rod for his own back. And I really don’t want that to be the case for him during his career or beyond it.
Look, don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed myself when I was a professional footballer – boy, did I enjoy myself. So before anyone accuses me of being a curmudgeon or a hypocrite, I’m not trying to do that.
