I’m actually starting to warm to Mr Balotelli and rather than being a spoilt, arrogant prima donna it’s starting to seem like he’s actually just a big child. How can you not smile about the story of him being sent out by his mum to get an ironing board only for him to return five hours later with two scooters, a Scalextric set, a trampoline and a ping-pong table?
However it’s not like he hasn’t invited a little of the flak he’s received since arriving in Manchester. Why always you Mario? We think this cartoon answers that particular question.