I was 10 feet away from him on Goodison Road - and he was very much bothered.I think he quite likely gets off on being the pantomime villain. Being called a rat or having the Premier League anthem booed won't bother him in the slightest when he's dining at the best restaurants a few hours later before going home to his multi-million pound mansion.
It’s one thing to be sat in your office where the consequences of your decisions are abstract and distant. It’s another thing to be right in the middle of the densest crowd of people you’ve wronged who are venting their fury directly at your face.
He was not enjoying being the pantomime villain anymore than he was enjoying the filling of his underpants.