I feel a little bit sorry for mister Pomada to graze the football fields at the same time as the best player to have ever put on a pair of football boots. Who can actually not like the little fellow that in all honesty shouldn't be able to play as well as he does because of his quite meager physique. It's like seeing David taking on Goliat once every week and always stand victorious. Mister Pomada is a great player but I just don't like him with his prancing around and he probably waxes his bikini line too and just starts crying as soon as he doesn't get what he wants. Didn't he also buy his child of the childs mother? What a role model.