What must an average day in the life of Dutch winger Arjen Robben be like? As an elderly lady brushes past him in the supermarket, does he throw himself theatrically to the ground? And when he walks into a bar, is he immediately looking for an outstretched leg to fall over? It’s got to be said, he is certainly susceptible to the particular ecoystems of football stadia, with the slightest of drafts liable to send...