I don’t care who this Iker Casillas fellow is and how high and mighty he might believe himself to be, getting knuckle-deep while digging for nose gold and then casually wiping the same finger on a kid’s face is snot appropriate!
Poor little kid. Probably as excited as he’s even been in his life, about to lead the Real Madrid squad on to the pitch, when he is completely degraded by being used like a Kleenex. Terrible. And far more terrible than the “snot” pun in the above paragraph, which is nevertheless pretty weaksauce. But hey, if The Sun can make a “snot” pun, I might as well, too.