You might wonder at the good humour literally flowing through this week’s Good Week/Bad Week post. Either we woke up this morning and just felt great about ourselves or we’ve just realised that it’s a Bank Holiday in the UK this week and Labor Day in the USA the next, meaning we get to skive off busy work and get drunk without warning.
What do you think the reason might be, Kickettes?
Inter players are overwhelmed with emotion as they collect their latest piece of silverware. Ahem. Image: Giuseppe Bellini/Getty Images Europe/Zimbio.
We’re pretty sure we are the only website currently offering cup winners, English language lessons, transfer news and hair advice in the same post. There’s probably a reason for this, but the difference between us and other sites is that we don’t give a crap.
Have a good weekend, Kickettes!
In a week that started badly, got worse and then took a surprisingly amusing turn, please enjoy our highlights with a side of cheesy fries. Yum!
Hmm. Old Spice commercials are becoming rather popular at the mo, aren’t they? Here’s Is Chivas USA midfielder Michael Lahoud having his turn. First spotted by our mates over at KCKRS.
Warning. This post contains references to malodorous marriage proposals, farcical fishing frolics and an alarming amount of alliteration.
Nothing new there, then.
Are you lot going to stop riding us about dumping Fernando from the F5 list soon? When he heard about his exclusion, he upped his game, and judging by the above photo of Frank Lampard in training with Chelsea during their Malaysian tour the other day, the idea has caught on. We’re doing you a favour by making them work for it, people, help us to help you! Image: AP Photo/Daylife.
Name & Number: We love Harper Seven Beckham’s fancy moniker almost as much as we love the true reason behind it. But we can’t help feeling relieved that Alex Gerrard has reportedly put her foot down regarding the name of her pending sproglet. In her OK column this week, Alex stated that any plans hubby Steven might have had about sneaking his shirt number (8) onto the birth certificate would be met with a firm ‘no’. We admire what she is trying to do, we can’t help but feel the the tide of numeric noms will not be held back by her stance. We can barely contain ourselves.