Colin Sheridan: Conor McGregor's Arsenal cameo shows toxic men get away with it

Conor McGregor is the poster-boy of a testosterone riddled toxicity.
We all have that childhood friend. The one you’d never choose in adulthood. The one you’d walk to school with. Play football with. Sneak your first smoke with. Sit beside in class and wind up teachers, trying to impress the girls. Funny. Cheeky. Good at sports. Effortlessly brilliant athlete.
The one who’s as casually cruel as he was suddenly kind. The one you slowly started to drift away from in secondary school, when your world gets bigger, and theirs somehow got smaller. The one you feel guilty avoiding at Christmas in the pub. The one who bad-mouths your sudden coldness towards him. The one who labels you “too cool for school.” Spreads a rumour, maybe, then withdraws it, says he’s only joking, winking at you as he does it.