Sean "Red Card" Rooney

Sean "Red Card" Rooney didn't choose the game — the game chose him. Raised in the shadow of the terraces and back-alley bookies, Sean grew up where loyalty was everything, tempers flared fast, and football was both religion and escape. He's the kid who got kicked out of youth leagues for "playing too aggressive" — and now makes a living breaking down matches with the same no-nonsense grit he played with.

Don't let the baby face fool you — Red Card Rooney sees angles that most punters miss. First-half unders, dodgy officiating, suspect lineups in cup matches — Sean's tuned in to the rhythm of the pitch like a conductor. He doesn't need spreadsheets — just the injury report, a whistle, and a gut feeling sharpened by years of street smarts and bad beats.

They call him “Red Card” not because he's reckless — but because he knows when it's coming. He's made a name spotting tilt, frustration, and flopping midfielders like he's got a direct line to the ref. Cards, corners, dodgy decisions — it's all part of the grind.

He keeps it lowkey — trackie, burner phone, early morning bets before the lines move. Never flashy, never greedy. Just sharp. And while most of his mates ended up in trouble or buried under debt, Sean turned his knack for chaos into a career in prediction — always dancing on the edge, but never slipping off it.

When asked why he doesn't just go legit and get a desk job, he shrugs and says, “The game's cleaner than the street, but just dirty enough to feel like home.”