It can’t be easy with JT on the team but according to some, Cole is a contender for the dubious title of Chelsea’s top scorer when it comes to playing away from home. If claims of sex ‘romps’ with busty Wagwannabes are founded, I wouldn’t want to be in the stoat-faced stud’s mucky boots. Not only will the entire nation rise as one against he who doeth the dirty on Our Lady of L’Oréal but woe betide the slime-ball that crosses Chezza - biggest hit to date, lamping a loo attendant. By far the most humiliating revelation in this alleged sleazy saga is the cocky left back’s dubious taste in underwear. Surely, on his massive pay packet, he’d present his own packet in something more alluring before texting come hither images? If you’re caught with your trousers down, better not be wearing naff scants that look like those hideous paper pants doled out by hospitals before they wheel you into theatre. Don’t expect a call from Mr Armani any time soon, A-Cole.
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