Belarusian suffering chronic case of stupid comment disease
Back in May, precious little Alex Hleb needed an excuse to get away from London, and decided to cite the noise - rather than bendy buses, overcrowding and Jade Goody - as a reason. Shortly after making these comments, he joined Barcelona, where honking car horns at night is considered mandatory and drunken screaming is the most common method of communication.
Yesterday, he added further fuel to the weak transfer excuse fire by inferring that his time in Blighty was marred by chaos (”In London things were very different, but there is no problem because we are professional and we can adapt to anything”) and that he is looking forward to his first real Christmas in Catalonia:
“Playing so many games in a short space of time over Christmas was very hard.
“For me, my family and Christmas are the best things in life, and I have been unable to see that for many years. Now I will be able to.”
The poor little darling, who was occasionally handsomely paid forced to travel around the country on Christmas Day, has also started whining about Hearts holding his brother to ransom:
“It would have been good had my brother come to Scotland but I don’t understand the politics of [Hearts owner] Romanov.
“He has been a short time in charge of Hearts










