There was a time when Harry Maguire was one of the most popular men in England.
An old 2018 adage proclaimed that he drank the vodka. He drank the Jager. His head was (is) ‘f***ing massive’.
Maguire was one of the stars of the Three Lions’ run to the World Cup semi-finals five years ago. He was the plucky underdog from Leicester City that had worked his way up through the EFL, an affable poster-boy for England’s surprise charge to the last four.
In this age of football though, you’re only as good as your last game. The direction your arrow is trending is how you’re judged.