You suspicions aren't correct..... I am also from an East End working class family.... I came into the World in Stepney Green and then moved to Walthamstow (a long while before its recent gentrification). We had no money as a family. My Dad had all sorts of jobs but amongst those he eventually put himself through evening classes etc to qualify as a lawyer when I was in my mid-teens and he had started to represent footballers who I played with/against in Sunday League, district, county and pro club academy football, kids who didn't really have anyone that they trusted to protect their interests. Despite negotiating many good contracts and sponsorships for several players my Dad never took a single penny in payment for representing a footballer. Before I was even 10 years old I decided that I wasn't going to be poor like I was back then, so I worked hard at school, went through Uni and then literally worked my arse off (and I mean like 80+ hour weeks) for 15+ years in the financial world.
My Dad actually ended up becoming a pretty successful lawyer and making a decent amount of money in his later years - and good for him, he deserved it. While we were always pretty poor the one thing he always gave me was good advice, especially in terms of staying in school and working hard academically. He was also always brutally honest with me, if I was good at something he would tell me, if not he would'nt sugar coat it. I actually turned down a pro contract at Chelsea and chose to go to University to get an Economics degree instead after a long conversation with my father about the level we thought I might end up getting to as a footballer (we both agreed it wouldn't be the top level).
After maybe 18 or so years of mental working I had a bit of a burn-out and when I look back at that period I think I was about an inch away from a complete break-down.... That was actually the best thing that ever happened to me. I realised that I had made work my life and as a result I was missing out on life and most importantly missing out on my family. I had earned a lot of money but never really enjoyed it (even when on holiday I would be working pretty much constantly, same at family does, everything).... So I pretty much kind of just stopped. I took a break, I played golf again, I took my UEFA coaching badges so that I could get involved with coaching my kids at their local football club (and not be one of those parents/coaches that hasn't got a clue) and actually started to enjoy life. I started to volunteer in schools in deprived areas to help kids with interview techniques (I still do this and also some mentoring).
I've since started to work again (as I realised I did need SOME work in my life (life as an alcoholic may have ensued otherwise!) but not in the same way I used to. I now think (hope!) I have the right sort of balance (as evidenced by the amount of time I spend on here instead of actually 'working'
Anyway - that's all a rather long life story there and sorry for going so off topic. But that's why it is folly to say that I don't respect Daniel Levy. I respect him massively, I don't think I could be as involved as he is in something for so long. Respecting him and thinking he has done a good job over the last few years do not have to go hand in hand however.