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Goddess…. @hernameisbanks pic.twitter.com/XvQ0c22NGc
— Daniel Sturridge (@D_Sturridge) March 31, 2014
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"Royston Drenthe drinking beer and going crazy driving his Ferrari". The title says it all.Yes, footballers do theoretically have enough time on their hands to indulge in some Fellini as well as Bad Boys 2 on those long afternoons, and there have been some footballers who've managed to bypass such things and got themselves degrees, good taste, stable girlfriends, etc. But on the whole, football seems to care much more about training players, than developing people.The dark side of the spectrum is of course, the worrying post-career nightmares of depression, bankruptcy, alcoholism and prison. Because for every Michael Owen, making great money for churning out platitudes in his voice like a fridge, there is a Michael Johnson. Broken, forgotten, surely wondering where those lost teenage years could've taken him instead.I think it's a good thing that Daniel Sturridge is football's first real hipster. Whether or not you think Sturridge is actually cool, or just somebody jumping on an increasingly accessible idea of cool with a few well-timed Instagram pics, is irrelevant. The fact is he's one of very few who seems to have an interest and an existence outside of the bubble. And one who's putting garish, experimental fashion and left-of-Capital FM music (as well as Drake) out there to a wider sphere.In the age of soul-garotting media training and dull as fuck sponsorship campaigns revolving around the groundbreaking concept of Gareth Bale wearing a polo shirt, someone like Sturridge, with all his "Fashion Killa" swag, is at least brightening things up a bit.@thugclive
