Aliaksandr Hleb’s departure seems imminent. Well, mentally at least. The man has been complaining for months of living in Oliver Twist’s London on thin gruel and fear. Dodging defenders on the field is exhausting enough but he has to do this every day on the chaotic streets of Hempstead with its millions of artful dodgers. Give the poor sod a break. Its not the money, its his mind that might go to pieces.
Here in commiseration for Hleb is Bob Marley’s classic >>