Ledley King gets loaded
Behold, an innovative exit
In these days of modern football celebrity, it’s important for sportsmen to exercise discretion when they’re out. Beckham, for example, would probably use a secret back door to leave a restaurant, while Lampsie would never even dream of going for a milkshake without disguising himself in shades/cap/prosthetic nose. And, judging by the weekend at Faces in Essex, Ledley King likes to keep his head down by careering headfirst from nightclubs with his trousers around his ankles and the smell of fresh vomit on his breath. It’s an interesting technique.