We had to come up for air, Kickettes. We’re enjoying the hell out of the Euros (as you can probably tell if you’re following us on Twitter), but are in danger of suffocating beneath the weight of our own punditry skillz. We need a shot of cute to counteract all the sizzling and sometimes sweaty hot.
This photo of German second division player Markus Karl, playing kissy-face with gorgeous daughter Lila while Momma Isabella looks on proudly does just that.
Phew. Order has been restored. We can go back to the football now.
Mesut offers his thoughts on the Euro crisis to German Chancellor Angela Merkel. Images via facebook, Scott Heavey/Getty Images.
Grab a cream puff and settle down for a sightseeing tour of this week’s hits and misses, dear readers.
You needn’t be picky; any stale, calorific cream puff will do.
Image: AP Photo/Polfoto/Lars Poulsen.
It’s that awkward time of year when recently awarded trophies are settling into their new oak cabinetry homes, international teams are already looking ahead to the next big thing and every journo, agent, manager and momma is arguing over who will stay put and who will flee for pastures greener next season.
Because summers which have a major tournament or two on deck inevitably drag things to the point of exhaustion, we tend to lay low on the transfer talk until it blows over.
Everton players arrive at the Chester Races yesterday.
Some days we like our footballers to be naked. Other days, we like them to be stylishly dressed.
Marouane Fellaini’s scarf, Kickettes. Is it having a Good Week or Bad Week?
Image: REUTERS/Ina Fassbender.
While proximity to naked footballers is our raison d’etre, we’d rather not be involved in the kind of stripped to the waist, beer hurling merriment that immediately follows a league win. There’s enough of that in the Kickette office as it is.
Borussia Dortmund understand this, so once they’d finished buffing the dents out, they held a celebratory Bundesliga trophy presentation dinner. From there, it seems, they then forced all the players and their respective partners to pose with the damn thing.
Let’s critique them. It isn’t as though we have anything better to do.