In the gloating manner unique to The Sun, Anthony France (or rather the sub-editor who wrote the story for him) reports that "jailed soccer bad boy" Joey Barton nightly cries himself to sleep behind bars.
The newspaper's back bench, with a strapline "All Together Now, AAh!" invites us to join in their gruesome sneeralong.
The story has all the ingredients: a list of the player's misdemeanours, a note of his annual salary (along with his weekly one lest we fail to get the message) and the disclosure that five days into his remand sentence, he has already been confronted by a fellow lag, possibly a Sunderland supporter, who branded him "the scum of the earth".
France, without a trace of irony, quotes a "prison insider" as his source.
Forced to spend New Year's Eve in Walton jail, without actually having been found guilty of anything, I reckon I might just shed a tear or two at night. What is more, I would probably attempt to ingratiate myself with fellow inmates in the hope they wouldn't molest me in the communal showers. In the eyes of The Sun, this is another justification for labelling him a CRY BABY.
Barton was involved in the sort of seasonal scuffle to which a number of journalists, if they peered into their pasts, could truthfully plead guilty. Unlike one senior reporter in The Sun's newsroom, he has never actually killed anyone. The judge who granted him bail today plainly recognised that, too.
At least Barton can now safely cry himself to sleep back in what The Sun - again without discernible irony - calls "his luxury home in Widnes".
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Okay, Joey was eventually sprung by the judge, but there's no smoke without fire on this one
Barton's the new Lee Bowyer.
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