No-one likes you

A few years back he was playing for his country in eastern Europe and on the morning of the match went for a walk in the city where the team were staying.

It was the sort of place where the poverty hits you between the eyes, pollution clogs the air and crumbling tower blocks rise from the ground like broken old teeth.

A young woman was begging in the street, and her little boy reached out his hand. The footballer took out his wallet, pulled out a handful of the local banknotes and, laughing, set fire to the lot.

Daniel Taylor on filthy rich young Premier League footballers.