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.
A footy-free evening is upon us and we plan on recharging the hell out of our internal batteries. You?
European footy WAGs must not have the energy to even pretend to give a shite about their partners’ group stage games since only a handful of leading ladies from Spain, Italy and Germany managed to bring their well-dressed selves and kids to some of the early stuff.
Looking especially suspicious at your absence, English WAGs.
Iker’s main squeeze and rumoured fiancee, Sara Carbonero, was lucky enough to see all the Spain vs Italy action from the sidelines. She’s currently in one of the two host countries working hard for the Mediaset Sport sideline reportage wonga.
Does anyone else remember a time when wives and girlfriends were content with being a famous footballer’s wife – accepting their position in life solely through their hot husbands achievements? Those were the good old days, weren’t they Kickettes?
Here’s a splendidly fluffy-haired clip of YoGo discussing the Trophee Des Champions in his native language. The middle bit goes completely over our English-as-a-first-and-only-language heads, but what a delightfully handsome boy he is all the same.
Kickettes, have we informed you yet of our upcoming attendance at the Lyon vs Montpellier match that Lashes is plugging (scheduled for 28 July in New York City)?
Forgive our VIP seat, open bar and Giroud/Gourcuff within touching distance excitement.