Girls night out

Rio and Jody. Jody and Rio. One is a purse-lipped pony who is meant to be playing for Manure, the girlfriend is a 2 foot 4 inch Chelsea reject, who is barely good enough for Millwall.

Jody Morris was never further than his insignificant height away from trouble. You always knew his name would come up as soon as any news report mentioned fight and footballer. He always thought he was much better than he was. Simply, a headless chicken, runs around, gets booked, gobs off a lot, and generally does not a lot with his serious lack of talent. You think I've just described Robbie Savage...Imagine the same player half the size! He does have a good bottle hand though, and doesn't miss when he is trying to stamp on your head from 6 inches.

It was a joyous day when the cretin was forced out of Chelsea. Sacked. Tried to go to Cardiff...couldn't get in. Dirty Leeds took him, to join up with fellow criminals Bowyer and Woodgate. He's since moved onto Millwall, where he will spend a bit of time before moving on to one of the HMP teams in the UK.

So anyway, it appears today these two girls had been out in Hampstead (yep - probably on their way to the heath for a bit of each other in the bushes) when they got into yet another altercation with a photographer. Face it Rio, if you are meant to be one of the best defenders in the world, you are going to get your photo taken when you go out dancing around your handbag, at 3am...

What a good job Jody was there to dive in and allegedly threaten to stamp on the guys head. Hard words from such a fairy. What were you going to do after you'd stamped on his head?
Ken Bates warned him when he was younger that he needed to spend less time in McDonalds if he wanted to make it. On the contrary...he better get down there and get him mum to help him fill in the application form. It's about him level.