PALIN MITENK BLOG

By Alison Kervin

Allegations: John Terry and long-suffering wife Toni Poole

'Coffee?' she asked in a breathy voice, indicating an impossibly shiny kettle in a kitchen so clean and white it gave you snow blindness just to look at it. Her tiny top was white, matching the sparkling tips of her nails. This was clearly a woman who didn't spend her days carrying out mundane household tasks.

I took my coffee in a beautiful white china cup and followed this tiny, slim woman into a sitting room as white as her kitchen.

I was having coffee with one of the England football team WAGs - a beautiful girl who, though only in her 20s, explained to me that she'd had Botox, fillers, a breast enhancement and tummy tuck to keep herself as beautiful as possible.

'You have to,' she said with all seriousness, her extended eyelashes fluttering so much I feared she might take flight. 'You have to do all you can to keep your man because he's being flirted with whenever he leaves the house and being told by everyone that he's amazing. If he doesn't come back here and find me perfect and the house perfect, one day he won't come back at all.'

And she wasn't alone in her attitude. Most of the WAGs I met felt the only control they had in their lives was over their appearance and that of their homes, and feared that if they let themselves go, their husband, like John Terry, would turn to one of the many gorgeous girls throwing themselves at him.


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got to know a number of WAGs because over the past few years I've been researching their world for a series of novels about their antics, and attempting to find out what their lives are really like away from the headlines and all those parties that they appear to attend with such gusto.

The girls were happy to let me into their homes and to share the secrets of their lives - on the basis that I would never reveal their identities.

What I discovered were many poignant scenes like the one I've just described - lots of beautiful, painfully slim girls alone in huge, immaculate mansions in the countryside, trying to be perfect while waiting for their husbands to come home.

The innate sadness and loneliness of the women is a far cry from the 'get dressed in designer labels, drink gallons of champagne and party all night' view of the WAGs to which we've grown accustomed.

That bawdy image of them spending enough to clear the debt of an African nation on an afternoon's shopping for handbags, and bouncing happily to the hairdresser's in floaty kaftans to have their blonde hair extensions renewed, was at least an image that hinted at fun and girlish pleasures behind the scenes.

No doubt there are times when the WAGs do have lots of fun, and I'm sure some of the women are in happy and fulfilling relationships, but there's no question a significant number of them live in a state of anxiety, not sure what's around the corner and terrified lest their husband should give in to the astonishing number of temptations laid before him.

So many of the country's leading players have been publicly unfaithful to their partners, it's no wonder that their partners become so worried.

The girls I met were colourful, confident and peacock-like on the outside - burning with an ambition and enthusiasm that masked loneliness and insecurity on the inside.

They were so different at home to the image they present to the public - and the only other women who understand how they feel are fellow WAGs, whom they only know because of their footballing husbands.


source: dailymail