When journalists wave chequebooks around, anything is possible. John Terry would be just another testosterone-fuelled zip-challenged booter if it weren’t for one thing – the World Cup.
Suddenly, the entire self-respect of a nation hangs on the actions of one man. No, not Terry. Max Clifford. Strange how when nobody can make sense of a confused situation Max is always there to steer the media and the actual people involved through it all.
