They're angling that article to make him look like Michael Carroll - the lotto lout. At least this guy invested in property and a football team. The divorce hit him more than any fucking 'squandering'. He set up his spending all wrong to begin with but he didn't do a Michael Carroll and blow it on hookers and cocaine. Not that it makes a difference to him, now.
Fat fuck should have gotten a personal chef and trainer, though. I would have happily threw water on his face at 5 each morning and kicked his ass down that glorious 18th century spiral marble staircase to the home gym next to the library. Then duct taped his hands to the treadmill and abused him for 2 hours straight telling him what a worthless disgusting human being he is. All for a modest fee in line with an Euros winner.
