Now you have had your fill of merriment at our photoshop frolicking, catch up on the best and worst in the footballing world this week. **
**If you weren’t planning to ‘Read More’ we suggest you rethink your stance. There is a video after the jump involving Lionel Messi, an airport and a pair of collapsing trousers that any Kickette worth their salt can’t afford to miss.
Seeing Victoria Beckham at an airport is not uncommon. Seeing her conceal her budding baby bump as she navigates an airport terminal is somewhat of unchartered waters.
We can hardly believe it, but it’ll be a month tomorrow since David and Victoria announced they were having a fourth. And today the Missus was finally spotted, non-smiling her way through Heathrow. As of late, she’s kept a low-pro, but with her New York Fashion Week show this Sunday, VB is doing anything but kickin’ up her feet and packing on the pregnancy pounds.
Clad in skintight leather trousers and an oversized blazer – an outfit all expecting Mum’s should aspire to squeeze their cankles into – we were hoping for a clearer shot of the belly.
Really, though, who are we kidding? She gained a whopping one stone whilst pregnant with Cruz, so we may be waiting for awhile.
Unless, of course, Star magazine is right about Victoria is killing two birds with one sterile stone. The American gossip rag claims that Victoria’s days of waiting for her Vogue lotto numbers are up, with the Queen of all WAGs posing nude in a special spread.
Fine by us, since she’s got a knack of making herself endearing whilst naked.
Images: Facebook; REUTERS/Stefan Wermuth.
No, it’s not an original choice for a Monday Mmm, but c’mon, Kickettes: David skipped out on preseason training with the Galaxy (which started in late January) just to place himself in full view of the cameras to signal the end of our candlelight vigils for his recent hair crimes.
He’s fully redeemed and as fit as ever.
While snoods have been must have fashion accessory for footballers this season, it seems that the sudden requirement for throat warmth is not confined to the pitch. Yes people, scarves are the new manbag, and festooning oneself with varying lengths of woolly or shiny (or in some horrifying cases, both) material is really catching on over on Planet Baller.
It’s a subject that occupies many of our waking thoughts. How, when finding ourselves in the proximity of a handsome young football player, do we attract his attention in a manner that implies we are deeply attracted to him but not remotely slutty and/or mad?
Well, alright. But we’re not slutty. M’kay?
Define slutty. No, wait. Don’t.