Me and Robbie Keane
Welcome to the Pool Robbie Keane and gorgeous bride, Claudine Palmer.
Something to confess. Robbie Keane and I have history. I did a kiss and tell on him once when he was playing for Coventry.
Ah that woke you up a bit didn't it?! No it wasn't my doomed crack at Wag-dom. When I was a little more grubbing and scurrilous than the polished and morally upright version you see today I interviewed a girl who returned to his batchelor pad in Cov for a cup of Gold Blend after he was anointed man of the match.
As I recall he didn't take compromising pics, throw up, steal from her, invite his mates along, or indeed exhibit any of the sinister Premiership predilections we've read about, but seemed a lovely wholesome young lad, albeit a touch tired, whose strangest tick was having a fridge full of Mullers crunch corner yoghurts.
He must still have an ego that hasn't swelled to the size of Cornwall because his Wag, as well as being slim, blonde and gorgeous, has a double first in Economics.
She'll be hoping there's no more Crunch Corners now he's earning megabucks. They sound painful.
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