It looks as if throwing up on your lover, especially one that isn't your wife, in the middle of naughtiness isn't as bad as you'd think. Cashley's wife, Cheryl seemed to have severed ties with her hubby following his infamous erotic night on the town in January. Now it appears the two have reconciled after they were seen together on Cheryl's 25th birthday night.
This is terrible news. After losing his honey, Cashley played -- well I won't say brilliantly -- consistently good football for Chelsea. How about those goal-line clearances? Before the "break-up" he was struggling to even unseat Wayne Bridge on the left side of defense.
So now what can we expect? Is he going to return to his deviant lifestyle now that that the "good boy" persona is no longer needed. Does that translate into egregious displays in August? Or has the England international actually turned over a new leaf, destined for eternal greatness?
I could care less really. As long as his form doesn't dip, I say throw up on as many chicks as needed.