If something in your past shows up on a Google search, be prepared to explain it. Luca Toni has been made painfully aware of this rule of thumb ever since news of his recent run-in with the law went public.
Toni, who currently rides the Juventus bench, was given an alcohol breath test outside a restaurant in Modena. His boozy blows registered an alcohol content of 0.6 g/L – a mere 0.1 g/L over Italy’s legally intoxicated limit! Because of this infraction, his license has been revoked for three months.
Instead of harping on the negatives here, we’re going to undertake displacement activity, which involves browsing our Luca Toni Modeling Archives. Our two faves are above and at left, which you can certainly take as invitations to crack open your own coveted collections in the comments section below.
Roberta, Claudio and their first born, Davide, at his birthday party in early October. H/T: Calcio Nel Cuore.
Attention all bound-to-be-gorgeous ‘baller baby watchers: Claudio Marchisio is bringing another offspring into the world.
So about Mr Marchisio…he’s hot. Same goes for his piercing, ‘come hither to my boudoir’ blue eyes, which he’s worked for the likes of GQ and Dolce & Gabbana. These are his thighs, magnified. His wife, Roberta, probably had the pleasure of stroking them once or twice during their second crack at the procreation process. The couple already shares a son, Davide, who may or may not have turned 20-years-old recently despite his diminutive stature.
That’s it. The news is: appreciate the pretty that is – or will soon be – crawling/walking among us.
Alena Seredova on the set of ‘I menu di Benedetta’ – a cooking show – in Milan, Italy.
Mrs Gigi Buffon better watch where she’s waving that veggie – the mixture of smells from black licorice and cucumbers is said to be a turn-on for some women.
Adil Rami ‘fights’ for the ball with Bosnia and Herzegovina’s Edin Dzeko.
Yup, it’s gone on forever. But last night, the final round of games in the group qualification stages of Euro 2012 were played. Hopes were crushed. Hearts soared. And Andriy Arshavin took his shirt off.
All were great to watch. Except maybe the last thing.