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Ivan Toney Denies ABH Charge in London Court
England forward Ivan Toney appeared at Westminster Magistrates' Court on Thursday to formally plead not guilty to a charge of assault causing actual bodily harm. The charge stems from an alleged altercation at a Soho nightclub in central London on December 6.
The 30-year-old striker is accused of headbutting and punching Saber Da Silva. Toney appeared in the dock accompanied by three members of his entourage, confirming his name and age before entering his plea.
Investigation and Legal Next Steps
The criminal proceedings follow an investigation carried out by London's Metropolitan Police, with formal charges announced in late July. In a public statement regarding the case, a spokesperson for Toney stated: "Ivan acknowledges the charge and although he is naturally shocked, he looks forward to being given the opportunity to clear his name in court."
Following the brief preliminary hearing, Toney was released on unconditional bail. The case has been sent to London's Southwark Crown Court, where he is scheduled to appear before a judge and jury on October 29.
Career Background and International Status
Toney's court appearance comes during a pivotal phase of his professional career:
- International Record: Toney has earned 10 senior caps and scored one goal for England, featuring in this summer's World Cup squad. However, he was not included in England's recent UEFA Nations League fixtures.
- Club Career: After rising through the ranks at Northampton Town, Wigan Athletic, and Peterborough United, Toney signed for Brentford in 2020, scoring 72 goals across four seasons.
- Current Club: In 2024, the forward completed a high-profile move from the Premier League to Saudi Pro League outfit Al-Ahli.
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