The year is 2007, and Tomas Rosicky is in the process of winding down for the night having played in Czech Republic’s 2-1 European Cup qualifying defeat to Germany earlier in the evening. Where many would have taken advantage of the Travelodge’s extra cushions on request policy and perhaps had a Sominex to send them off for the night, he opted for the slightly less conventional soporific qualities of six team mates, a similar amount of escorts and what was, presumably, a well stocked mini bar.
Not the most tried and tested method, no, but then it takes all sorts doesn’t it, and, if you know the right agencies, these sorts are likely to take all major credit cards too. Which I imagine makes claiming it back on expenses a bit less of a hassle. And you can hardly blame Rosicky for not employing the more traditional technique of counting sheep- last time he tried that, a sheep went over the top awkwardly and he was out injured for six months.
So, fair play to the lad, then? Not quite. Enter Radka Kocurova, former Ms. Czech Republic, long term partner of Rosicky, and also a weather girl. Weather girl, incidentally, which was once the typical starting point of ladies of a certain fame chasing nature, now feels like a curiously quaint and almost archaic job title: the type of thing your grandmother had to do during the war with the men away fighting. (It is often pointed out that weather girl needn’t be a pejorative term, that women have been selling weather since the days of Aztecs, and that it is, in fact, the oldest profession in the world.) She left a terse no comment with the press, and one can only imagine that the entire incident didn’t act as a precursor, on his return to London, to the most comfortable lift home from the airport Rosicky has ever been on the recieving end of.
Kocurova did, rather sweetly, eventually forgive him his indiscretion, though, as a nation, or at least a crowded hotel room, rejoiced.
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