Don’t You Know Who Marlon King Is? (Allegedly.)

Marlon King was once infamously described as being a £60m footballer by Watford, what with him being their key to Premiership involvement. Turns out he was neither the key nor was he worth that amount of money. Rather he was worth £3m two years ago before delving into journeyman loan status, which puts him as close to £60m pound territory as Titus Bramble’s composure.

What we can say, however, is that Marlon King has without a doubt a £60m ego.

Earlier this calendar year Marlon King found himself drunk at a London nightclub, presumably in a bid to join Tottenham (allegedly). While there he touched a girl inappropriately (allegedly), told her how splendiferous he is (allegedly) and then punched her in the face when she didn’t feel like bedding a Premier League footballer (allegedly…that goes for the Premier League footballer part too).

The court case, which unlike Stevie G’s has not put the footballing world on standstill, is leaking to the public with some absolutely excellent accusations.

“It was not an accidental brushing or innocent contact that occasionally happens in crowded bars. This was deliberate and sexual.” The woman responded by saying: “Don’t do that, it’s not nice. Don’t touch me.”

Describing that exchange, Mr Daniells-Smith said that Mr King began: “Don’t you know who I am? I’m a millionaire.”

The court heard that his alleged victim replied by saying: “I don’t care who you are, take your millionaire self away from our table”.

He was given further warnings but continued to stroke the woman’s hair and then allegedly told her that she was not in his league. After she pushed him in the chest, Mr King responded with the punch, the court was told.

Mr Daniells-Smith said: “At that moment Marlon King took one step backward and smashed her in the face with a clenched fist. He broke her nose with the blow.

Would you notice Marlon King if you saw him? Of course. Someone that ugly must surely be burned into the darkest files of the mind. How dare she not recognize him or his bulging pockets of Premier League cash?

And isn’t it curious that he should be more identifiable by his bank account than his status as a professional athlete? Is this what it’s come to in sport? The money earned is more important than the talent used to divine the productivity to acquire that money?

Of course if we were to go on productivity, nobody would know who Marlon King is. Viva la paycheque.

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