He’s clearly got taste.
Astonishing isn’t it, that just because he drives a car that doesn’t fit his supposedly narrative and he’s probably got a few quid, he should be wafting around in a supercar.
The press are dreadful. I remember when Jurgen Klinsmann, the Tottenham striker in 94, turning up in a battered old Beetle for training and was lambasted for it. These are the types of blokes you could go for a pint with.