my father worked in sports administration at 2 sporting arenas, one was were concerts were run in the city and another was a smaller town. he often did a lot of weekend work announcing the game over the PA during play, and we would take a picnic lunch and watch. my sister and I sold sports programs at the front gates for a bit of pocket money when were 12, 13 etc.

my father knew a few big name football players and I would not even spit in most of those guys directions because one player spiked my fathers drinks with a bottle of vodka and he pasted out in the office.

the players were well known for hiring buses and doing pub crawls.

my father seen one big name footballer f*** a woman in front of everyone in the dressing room.

they would call out to my dad, “DO YOU WANT A F*** ? DO YOU WANT A WOMAN” ???

and he just would walk away.

I suppose I should not label all sports men like that, but I tend to.