Funny thing is the players who are most admired, and the most successful at their craft are not among those who crash through doors, get drunk and out of control and wreck hotel rooms.
The ones who practise those mindless arts are usually in and out of top teams in a jiffy, regardless of what talent they may have on the field.
Sport at the highest level is mostly professional these days and, for those who make it to the top, it holds the promise of big money and a guaranteed retirement income unless they are completely reckless with their earnings.
To risk throwing it all away to barge through a door, punch holes in walls, get involved in drunken fights or parade drunk round the streets is a form of suicidal madness.
I was amused, however, to read the English rugby league team manager's explanation for what happened in one regard though. He made the comment the players had been "given permission" to go out after the game.
Oh dear, are they such an untrustworthy lot, they, as grown men, have to get big daddy's approval.
That about says it all.
