Rooney's a vuvu-failure

"NICE to see your home fans boo you. That's what loyal support is."

Thanks Wayne ... nice words of wisdom from a £100,000-per-week football star who played like a drain against Algeria.

How about: "Nice to travel thousands of miles, pay several thousand pounds, take unpaid holiday and see your team play like a bunch of c**ts. That's what loyal support is."

Rooney was frustrated, angry and peeved that Algeria made him look like a slow fat beer-belly who would struggle to get into my local pub side, never mind reach a World Cup final.

But this man lives in a different world to the loyal fans who travel around the world and no doubt line his - and other England "superstar's" - pockets.

The England striker could not pass, could not control the ball, was constantly giving away possession, was off the pace and arguably the worst player on the pitch.

Yet in the stands, despite the vuvuzelas making the stadium sound like a mosquito nest, England fans were able to make their voices heard as they belted out God Save The Queen.

In fact, the Three Lions supporters yet again played a blinder. They showed pride and passion in their country - something which did not appear to be the case from our overindulged fat-cat footballers.

Our so-called stars were a bunch of vuvu-failures.

But Rooney is a street footballer, we keep getting reminded. A throwback to a bygone age ... a typical gutsy northern working-class centre forward.

That is one of the biggest myths in English football.

Rooney is worth £30million and lives in a massive commercial bubble. He is a worldwide brand - a million miles away from the likes of Stan Mortensen, the Blackpool and England centre-forward of the late 1940s-early 1950s that his marketing people model him on.

Everything he utters sells.

Whether he is trying to convince hard-pressed parents to buy some footwear for their kids at £280 a pop or telling youngsters that swigging some trendy fizzy drink will turn them into a future Manchester United star.

But what came out of his mouth on Friday night stunk the place out. Just like the obscene message - FCUK U - he scrawled on his golf shoes, which he exposed to photographers the other day.

His advisers have since made him apologise for his rant at fans on live TV. And so they should. Although it is probably more to do with protecting the image of Brand Rooney - rather than anything heartfelt.

It is about time Rooney started showing his anger out on the pitch, terrorise defences like we know he can and help England win this World Cup.

That is how he will show himself as a true great of the game - but sadly at this moment in time Rooney is not showing himself to be a "street footballer", a throwback to Stanley Matthews or Stan Mortensen, but yet another overrated, overpaid, overanalysed and overexposed spoilt brat who has an overinflated opinion of himself: the modern-day England footballer.