Let’s talk footy and fuchsia, shall we?
We approve of Everton’s funky pink and black striped kits, if only because they seemed to have had a thigh-inducing effect on the team Saturday. And we’d definitely be remiss if we didn’t properly thank the Italian National Team for providing us gratiuitous shots of Fabio Cannavaro in a pink practice ensemble.
But pink on the breast plate is just that: pink on the breast plate. If real men wear pink, then what do we call jumping, head-banded men in matching pink shirts and socks?
Let’s consider a few footy moments in rose before we seek your opinion.
Gaaargh. How do we even begin to describe how the news from Milan of David Beckham’s Achilles injury has left us feeling? Curtains are drawn, two (okay, three) tubs of Ben and Jerry’s have been devoured, and Kleenex supplies are in desperate need of a refill. Teary and sleepless, we spent the night wishing for a fairy godmother to wave her wand and bring Becks to the ball South Africa.
We all know football can be a cruel game, but when it shatters the dreams of an Armani-modeling, free-kicking legend we have some serious issues with it. And we know how it feels to have our dreams torn up and thrown in our face; we still haven’t recovered from seeing Fabio Cannavaro make an honest woman out of Daniela.
Thanks to our good friends over at the Arsenal FC Blog for the Nasri spot! Remember folks. If you send us a photo like this, we WILL name and shame. But our readers will adore you. It all evens out.
VPL. The enemy to self respecting footballers everywhere. Luckily, in this great fashion-forward day and age we live in, items like Spanx For Men are available to quickly solve all down-under dilemmas.
Let us discuss in further detail:
Just when we thought cheating footballers would be hyper-sensitive to the eyes and ears and camera lenses around them, we have a trio of bad boys on the brink of relationship red cards.
Q: What do Patrice Evra, Carlos Tevez and Oliver Kahn have in common?
A: They all allegedly cheated on their significant others with blonde lady friends.
Everton’s Mikel Arteta, wife Lorena and 8-month old baby Gabriel took to the Liverpool streets on Wednesday for some family bonding. We like this couple because they seemed to have achieved the golden couple trifecta: good looks, lots of money and an adorable bubba to keep the valued family surname going strong.
Eight months after baby and Lorena seems to be like the rest of us mortals when it comes to shedding that last stubborn stone. Interesting to note that the Spanish WAGs seem to opt out of the classic “starvation after delivery/the weight just dropped off, honest!” diet (ala Claudine Keane).
How do you feel about this one, Kickettes? Should WAGs rebound to their formerly svelte selves after they give birth? Or do we high five the couch potatoes of the world?
And how ticked off are you each month when the gym contract you committed to under the influence of a post-break-up hangover forces you to pay up for the training equipment you never have time to use?