As Rebekah Vardy Still Insists on ‘Just Let Me Down’, Jan Moir Examines WAG’s TV Grilling

Lemmings hit rocks without a second thought and rabbits are regularly caught in the headlights of doom. However, if Rebekah Verdi’s definition of raw animal folly in a television interview isn’t Rebekah Verdi, upholding her claims of innocence as well as her moonlight sparkle with pearly folly, then what is?

‘I would say that until I turned blue: I didn’t,’ she said in the unfortunate alternative of metaphor.

Less than a week after she was defeated in a £3 million High Court defamation case brought against fellow wag Colleen Rooney, Mrs Vardy is not giving up.

Yesterday he appeared on television screens and on the pages of newspapers, not only to protest his innocence in tears and dramatic exchanges, but to insist that the judge is an ass and the law is an ass – which has made us all Mule finished.

Rebekah Vardy: She is lightly grilled by a sympathetic but determined Kate McCann on Colleen & Me (Talk TV) and responds in a sad tone of remorse. ‘I think a lot of people are disappointed with a lot of things. But most importantly, I feel disappointed with the legal system,’ she said, wasting no time presenting herself as the injured party and the real victim.

It was almost as hard as swallowing her newfound claims that because of this self-inflicted ordeal, she now suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder—how convenient.

The wife of Leicester City striker Jamie Vardy also revealed that she was hospitalized on two occasions because of the pressure of the trial. Does he deserve our sympathy for this?

Perhaps I could have pulled out a few swollen nuggets of compassion, if it weren’t for the suspicion that the vengeful Rebekah brought it all upon herself.

And that even in the depths of his suffering, he is more inclined to blame others than to accept his responsibility.

“I think we had a judge who didn’t understand the case and didn’t see everything,” she said. Elsewhere Colleen was ‘brutal and ruthless’, while Rooney was the legal team bully who ‘attacked’ potential witnesses.

Even the press coverage of the trial was inaccurate. She sadly claimed, ‘Women are not allowed to defend themselves or dress well.

During the one-hour show, Mrs. Verdi wore a shocking braid over a light-colored blouse, beige lipstick and a snow-white Chanel-like jacket. The effect was meant to be angelic: The vibe was pure as driven mud.

‘I didn’t do anything wrong,’ she cried, displaying the instinct for tragedy that has been the subject of her life; Bad things happen, it’s never her fault, see how it hurts.

‘I had to be a target,’ she said, later adding: ‘I suffer quite badly from anxiety.’ But who among us doesn’t?

To be fair, many people won’t avoid feeling a bit stressed after making a pointless and expensive bid to clear their name, only to see it end in such ridiculous disgrace.

In her ruling last Friday, trial judge Mrs Justice Stan (“she didn’t know what she was doing”) called Vardy inconsistent, improbable and not credible before finding her against him.

She ruled that it was “likely” that Vardy’s former agent, Carolyn Watts, had done the “direct act” of providing information to The Sun newspaper. Watt himself did not appear in court to provide evidence, claiming he had mental health issues. McCann raises a murderous question, wondering whether Vardy thought Watt felt bad or was responsible for the events. ‘It’s not a conversation we’ve had. It’s not a conversation I want to talk about with her, just because I’m very aware of her mental wellbeing and you know how, how it affects her,’ she sniffed.

‘So you don’t feel disappointed by him?’ asked McCann. Well, come on, you can’t ask me that,’ said Verdi, smiling.

To be honest, I found that despicable; A breathtaking blur by omission. and the specificity of the moral evasion and absence of truth or proper explanation demonstrated by Verdi in court.

There would be more appreciation for both of these women if they accepted their own responsibilities rather than blaming vague psychological problems on their mutual plight. At the very least it does a terrible harm to those whose lives have actually been disabled and ruined by mental health issues. Worst of all it is the show of humbug and hubris in this ongoing pathetic circus of hurt feelings and miffs.

When the Vagatha Christie trial began, it was viewed by most of the public as entertainment. Certainly, it was not without hilarious elements. In popular culture, the wives of football players are parodied as women who have more money than they understand; The pampered companions of high achievers who hold off on tanning their implants in Dubai only for the sake of mansion shopping or babysitting, before investing in some impossible dental veneer.

It’s not always perfect, but Rebekah and Colleen seemed to play in that caricature, two rich wives pulling it out on the High Court — well, what? Nothing is more important than who was leaking the stories to the tabloid newspapers. Mrs. Rooney sets a trap to expose the criminal who has been revealing details about her personal life – and the rest is not history, but a morality tale of our times that will soon be made into a documentary and a film. Will be built.

Verdi bought the case to clear his name. From the talkTV set that seemed to wag in the bar area of ​​the hotel suite—or somewhere in the powder room—Mrs. Vardy continues to give the impression of a woman who still thinks she can wing it; That believing in his innocence would somehow be enough to convince others that he is the innocent party.

Even after his ‘exam’, it still hasn’t sunk that bringing a case to a British court is a deadly serious business. Rebekah still feels like she’s in some sort of celebrity talent contest, or an endurance show like I’m A Celebrity she once participated in; A spectacle where money and personality and smarts matter.

Remarkably, she still feels that she has won, even if she has lost badly. How much money, thought McCann.

‘Legal charges will be dealt with privately. There should be no vanity,” said Mrs. Vardy formally, digging through the ditch-deep hole she keeps. And of course, as a result of the case, the claimant is complaining that people on social media are treating her badly. Also that he has received death threats and abusers use street abuses.

What did he expect? Every action has a consequence and by bringing it to court he has exposed himself to the expressed opinions of others, however abhorrent they may be. It is a terrifying but unavoidable aspect of the modern world.

Had she won, we can only assume that Mrs. Rooney would be facing abuse.

When Mrs. Justice Stan delivered her verdict, one might have expected the Vagatha Christie case to come to an end. Now it is clear that this is just the beginning for Rebekah Vardy. The open wounds of his suffering and the ongoing wounds of his victim continue to blur the line between his delusions and the rest of us.

In the end, does it matter? Maybe she’s decided she’s gone so far, she can’t hold back – and maybe she’s right.

Television offers are coming, and if she has to be portrayed as a Panto character, why not embrace her? He said last night, ‘I was made a bad guy and unfortunately I played the villain.’

Ever since she became the wag, Hardy Vardy has monetized her online existence. why stop now? By selling stories, bringing this case, losing and accusing, he trampled on his reputation and sold his soul. Stand near her television set to see how she invests the proceeds.

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