For entertaining us all so fabulously, Mr. Giggs is paid, well, fabulously. Over 75,000 pounds. Per week. Every fucking week. But, as he tells the Manchester Evening News, he thinks he's worth it:
"There is plenty of money in the game but the majority of the players deserve it. Perhaps 20 years ago they would not have got paid the money that they're getting now, but that is the way that football is. Good luck to them - the money is in the game, why not earn it while they have got the chance?"
The money is "in the game", is it? Presumably because its not 'in the pockets' of the poor deluded fools who choose to pay sixty quid a week to watch all this leather sphere kicking, spitting and diving. And another fifty so as to wear the same shirt - albeit a lot bigger - as Ryan.
But nobody could really begrudge 'Giggsy' his wealth, innit? The boy's done good. Lucky old Giggsy!
++UPDATE++ : commenters point out that Giggsy is the only wholesome man in soccer, and that Ashley Cole is far more loathsome and undeserving. Please substitute him above.
Nearly as good are those struggling politicians from the valleys, Neil and Glenys Kinnock. Remember them? Good honest, normal folk, the kind you'd have living next door.
Well, they've moved on a bit since then, see? The Kinnocks, Old Holborn discovered as he perused the Danish newspapers (huh?), have done rather well, look you, from their association with the European Gravy train. So far they've pocketed over 8 million quid in "pay and allowances" from their various marvelous efforts to better the world, whatever those were. Lucky old Kinnocks!
And then there's Jenson Button, who is reckoned to earn about 4 million quid this year for driving a car. A fast car, mind you, and quite tricky on a wet day.
But Jenson is paid for driving it. Not designing it, or building it, or tuning it: just fucking sitting in it, as it goes round and round in circles for a couple of hours, remembering to keep the wheels on the grey bit and away from the green bits, and to stop for petrol when the radio tells him to.
Because Jenson managed to do this today, and drove past a man with a flag before most of the other carbon-fibre bathtub jockeys, he's officially the world's best driver, and earn even more next year. Lucky Jensen!
So, remind CF, who is it we're jealous of - and simultaneously, quite angry with - for having far more money than they seem to deserve?
Oh, that's right, The Sunday Times' Leader reminds us, and the Telegraph joins in: The Bankers. Those Bastards.