It's All Gone Sour

"My ball!"
"No, it's my ball, you bastard!"

It's never a pretty sight when thieves & tricksters fall out. There is, indeed, no honour amongst such people when avarice overrules commonsense.
George Gillett's admission a few days back that his relationship with Tom Hicks had broken down guarantees a farcical & childlike seating row for the Arsenal v Liverpool Champions League quarter final first leg at the Emirates Stadium (http://football.guardian.co.uk/News_Story/0,,2269857,00.html ).
I couldn't care less over the infantile matter of who sits next to whom tomorrow night in north London. What does rile me is that, not for the first time, one or both of these characters has grabbed the media's attention just as the team itself prepares for an important fixture.