Poor Gary Neville, had he gone quietly into millionaire retirement, settled on the Gulf Riviera with sundry other Premier League exiles, taken up golf, life coaching or charitable concerns, he might have been serenaded at the Qatar Grand Prix like his old pal Sir David Beckham.
But no, he’s a gobby working class boy with a few quid and a point of view, and nothing gets up the noses of the lads like one of their own leaving them behind.
There are plenty of shots to be taken at Neville, not least for his joyless Manchester United commentary, which echoes the featureless, no frills way he played the game, made worse by his flat east Lancashire delivery, which in his case sucks the life out of the English language.
He was rightly lampooned for accepting the Qatari dollar at beIN Sports

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