Oh Kickettes, what a few days it has been.
The Czech Republic, France, Greece and England all fought valiantly in their respective quarter finals, but found themselves sliding inexorably out of the tournament and into the ether anyway, like a brand new mobile phone handset might slip out of a handbag and ruin the week of those who depend upon it for their very sanity.
What were we saying? Oh yeah. Euro 2012 quarter finals. Photos. Click here.
In order for this match up to put its money where its mouth is, you’ll need to visually prey on the weak, naive and pouty. Images: AP Photo/Thanassis Stavrakis.
The luxury of the group stages is over and last night, over nachos and peach schnapps, we watched Portugal engage in a war of attrition against the Czech Republic’s goal.
It was a bit of a turgid affair, Kickettes, but eventually, Crisps and his slicked back style broke through the barricades and scored the only goal of the game, leading to much merriment and falling over. From us, not them.
With a trio of matches and the semifinals on the line this weekend, try not to worry too much. Your teams are going to be just fine.
Image via Google.
“That’s great. Thanks very much.”
— Sweden’s assistant manager in response to Ola Billger, of the Svenska Dagbladet newspaper, after he obtained a sneak preview of Roy Hodgson’s tactical plans.
And how did the Billger do just that? By peering through his fourth floor Kiev Opera Hotel room’s skylight down into a third-floor meeting room where the England manager was briefing his players. Of course.
No, it’s not right nor fair to make anyone choose, but no one said a life objectifying men would be easy.
Our match viewing beer/spritzer/liquor goggles, caught in still frame.
Yowser, yesterday’s games were doozies, weren’t they Kickettes?
Wayne Rooney scored in his triumphant return from suspension, John Terry saved the day for England (which the referees’ chief later said should’ve been a goal) and Shevchenko’s 20 minute cameo failed to give us a good glimpse of his yummy tummy.
We also caught Ibrahimovic’s stellar strike and bicep(s) flex.
A footy-free evening is upon us and we plan on recharging the hell out of our internal batteries. You?