Wayne Rooney, the man who could chip a keeper from 40 yards but couldn’t quite dodge the bottle, has revealed that if it weren’t for his wife Coleen, he’d be dead. Yes, dead. Not just hungover or embarrassed in a nightclub toilet—but full-on buried under a mountain of WKDs and poor decisions.
He admits to “drinking for two days straight” and chewing gum to trick Sir Alex Ferguson — which, to be fair, is also how most teenagers prep for a math test after sneaking out on a school night.
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Of course, the revelation sent shockwaves through absolutely no one. Because let’s be honest: if you gave a working-class teenager from Liverpool £50k a week and no adult supervision, you’re not getting Gandhi. You’re getting “Wayne from Croxteth in a pair of Gucci flip-flops ordering 20 Jägerbombs.”
Rooney isn’t alone—he’s part of a long lineage of British footballers whose idea of recovery time was three pints and a fry-up. The difference? He actually admits it. But in a game drowning in money, media handlers, and mental health slogans stitched onto sleeves, it’s kind of refreshing to hear someone say:
“Yeah, I was rich, famous, and absolutely falling apart.”
And you know what? If your boss was Sir Alex Ferguson and your job was to be perfect every Saturday while tabloids stalked your bins… yeah, you might hit the minibar too.
But chewing gum to hide a two-day bender?
Now that’s elite ball control.
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