SINCE Jack Grealish belted out a version of Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac to celebrate Man City winning the Champions League, he has stayed true to his word.
The £100million winger, 27, has been all over the world in party mood after a treble- winning season.
On his tour of holiday hotspots, Jack, whose girlfriend Sasha Attwood is on a break in Italy, has taken his bucket hat and spade to Ibiza twice.
He has also had a ball in Las Vegas, the South of France, Malta and Manchester after the heady Champions League final celebrations in Turkey last month.
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Istanbul, June 10
WHAT a night! I’m still buzzing from that win over Inter Milan.
It all started with a few cans of Heineken as we passed the European Cup around.
Did I really sing Don’t Look Back In Anger with the lads in the dressing room?
It should really have been Champagne Supernova.
Not sure why I took so much luggage with me.
I didn’t need all those designer shirts after all.
I was still in my City top at six o’clock the next morning, living it up with the big man, Haaly.
Desperately needed fresh air.
Took a nice nap with the trophy on the plane.
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Ibiza, June 11
ONLY nine hours in Ibiza, going to have to hit it hard.
Fuel up with some grub at Tatel, a nice little diner by the beach, before heading to Pacha to party with Fodey.
Four hours in the club.
Kyley (Walker that is, not Minogue) gave me a shoulder to lean on when we left the hotel the next morning.
Some cheeky so- and-so even offered me a wheelchair at the airport.
Good job I had some shades to hide the red eyes.
Manchester, June 12
HONESTLY, like, what time is it? Got my Dolce & Gabbana jim-jams on and it’s dark out.
Been at a nightclub, again. Up on the stage singing to the crowd.
Only a few hours ago I was in the centre of Manchester on a bus.
Makes a change from the Lamborghini.
This coach didn’t have a proper roof on it, but there was lots of booze.
Lads drenched me in bubbly, so I had to take my shirt off. Just for a change.
Malta, June 15
REALLY needed some r&r, so it was nice to chill out for a few days at a training camp with the England boys.
Then I jumped on a plane in Birmingham and it was off to Malta for the Euro qualifier.
Gareth didn’t play me.
Something about my ability to down shots not being a relevant criteria in the fitness test.
Still, it was wicked to cheer on the boys from the stands – and add another stamp to my passport.
Las Vegas, June 20-26
WHAT happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right?
Six days in the party capital of the world, showing off my moves at Zouk nightclub.
Had my photo taken with a lovely air hostess called Yasmine.
Off to see the missus next in France.
South of France, end of June
THIS spot is right swanky – it’s all chandeliers and silk.
The marble is almost as well sculpted as my six pack, which I’ve been told not to show off so much at the Hotel du Cap-Eden-Roc.
Food portions are a bit stingy – even less calories than Pep lets us eat.
Great to be back with Sasha for a few days. The Press call it an on/off relationship.
I’m not sure that’s fair, just because I’m off to Ibiza next without her.
Ibiza again, July 5
IT’S hot, hot, hot and the air hostesses here are super-friendly.
I had a bit of a dance with one called Dolly.
But I doubt anyone noticed me as I popped on a baseball cap and some cool, white circular shades and enjoyed chatting to some girls.
Best to keep things low key I reckon.
I also bumped into Wayno – no, not Rooney.
I mean Wayne Lineker. We might have had more shots than his brother Gary.
Some people say I shouldn’t hit the deck so much.
But they obviously haven’t heard me DJing!
Next stop…Far East
PEP’s fixed a nice little trip to Japan and South Korea…I might even play some football.
