Sometimes players would talk about the girls who had sold their stories and say they had "no self-respect"; these were the same men who slept with a different girl every weekend, sometimes with a wife or girlfriend waiting for them at home. They could be asked if they would mind if their sister or mother was treated this way. I have tons of stories. At 18, I thought these men were somehow better judges of character than my fellow students, and, ridiculously, the fact that they wanted to spend time with me mattered more. He drove over in his convertible one afternoon after training and we had sex upstairs in my bedroom.
Once you were in a player's hotel room he would encourage you to allow his mates to join in. I was annoyed for a few weeks, but came round after she invited me to a Premiership Christmas party with her. Used condoms left on lamps.. A little late to the party, and might get buried, but I absolutely love telling this story and I seldom get the opportunity to do so. Share via Email This article is over 13 years old When I read the tabloid stories about Wayne Rooney sleeping with prostitutes in Liverpool this summer, I was shocked. Used condoms in the bar area. He whispered "I'll see you later" into my ear and wandered off to the bar. My friend and I left in a hurry - although, depressingly, she did go and meet up with him the following weekend at his Knightsbridge flat. What surprised me was that he hadn't just cheated on her with any one of the willing groupies he was likely to meet. Most of the players I knew had more hangers-on than friends. I saw a row of doors all with some kind of writing on them and a few with pictures of women… immediately went up stairs and did some research. After the first few nights I noticed that there was a really steady stream of men going in and out of the elevators to a few of the different floors that had pink lights down the halls. He doesn't even like football, and knows nothing of my groupie past. He ignored me the next time I saw him! I later learned that he propositioned my very pregnant boss earlier as well, but without the money. All of the recent scandals involving footballers - drug abuse, rape allegations, stories about "spit-roasting" - none of this is anything new. You are completely ass naked. We both knew that if I wasn't prepared to, there were hundreds of other girls out there who were. And I should know: And when I read reports of gang rape, I know it could easily have gone the same way for me - those occasions when a player's friends would suddenly "appear" in the bedroom doorway, and it would be assumed you didn't mind, that in fact you were so dirty you would love it if a stranger joined in. This was my own experience, too. It was essentially tug of war, but with your neck. This one came to mind: Then there was the loneliness that came with spending so much time and energy on meaningless flings with men who gave me nothing more than the knowledge that I had beaten off the competition - for the time being. He dropped his tracksuit trousers, and told me to "suck it", which I did.
Counter things got nasty: I have a whole after of questions like this days. God name the house keeping gruelling and all they do, those say gloved angels. I say it's a big ask: She, too, had got the bug.