What is with these football players? All of them seem to be in self confessional mode. A book by Ashley Cole where he spills the beans on Arsenal and Arsene's obscene behaviour towards him and had him running off to find solace in Roman Abramovich's bottomless coffers. Then Wayne Rooney writes a book about how he really is a sensitive, retiring type interested in the fine arts and that the Rooney you saw stomping Ricardo Carvalho's jewels was an aberration.
A sample of Rooney's literary talent, "My own England debut, yeah, that was good. I'll always remember it. And my Everton debut, that was good too. . ." He does have a way with words.
The latest to jump on the bandwagon, Frank Lampard. His book describes how he really is not that rich, not in the Abramovichesque way, and that really sucks. He came to this conclusion after spending a fortnight on Abramovich's yacht. "I suppose people imagine that as a Premiership footballer, my life is quite special," he hazards. "I would agree, but those two weeks opened my eyes to another world."
I am glad that we see these guys on the field and not in a writing class. That would be really painful. These books don't come cheap. Lampard's effort costs £18.99, Rooney's ruminations £17.99, and Cole's expose, £18.99, as listed prices.
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