It’s Monday. Drinking time is still hours away. But at least we can reminisce on a pretty entertaining weekend of footy.
Come here looking for Crispy? David Villa? Fernando Llorente?
You know we would never disappoint you unless we absolutely had to (or unless we get so drunk we actually forget to post anything, which could happen), but as we hinted in Good Week/Bad Week, the La Liga season did not kick-off this weekend due to player strike action.
That didn’t phase Chelsea’s hot new manager, and it shouldn’t for any of us either.
The next few weeks are going to be a little chaotic, Kickettes. You probably won’t notice the difference, as the Weekend Results posts have been a masterclass in eclectisim since June, but couple the staggered start of the European league seasons with staff holidays, shopping extravaganzas and the ineptitude we wear like a badge and you will immediately see that only mayhem can ensue.
We promise to post lots of pictures of men in various states of undress, just to distract you. Like always.
We realised that leaving Yoann Gourcuff out of the sixth iteration of our F5 list (due out Monday!) would cause some fallout, but we weren’t sure how large of a seismic disturbance would disrupt our beauty sleep months after the initial blast. Nor were we prepared to find out.
We, like a good majority of you here, like staring at Mr G. and are not willing to tolerate anything less than total all-out representation on this site. And what’s a better early quarter century birthday gift than an unrestricted pass to the Kickette Hot Hall of Fame?
Hopefully it’s a gift he’s been waiting one, one that doesn’t prevent him from taking his shirt off at every moment possible.
‘Tis the season to be on holiday if you are a ‘baller, and it’s good to see that Tottenham’s Vedran Ćorluka, Manchester City’s Mario Balotelli (sitting with Raffaella Fico; more on her in a minute) and Lyon’s Dejan Lovren aren’t letting the side down.
During the last weekend in June, these three footballers were the only brave souls to show their faces at the opening party of Croatian island club, Papaya. To break it down for you, the club – and the beach it resides on, Zrće – is sorta like a place one would visit for the sole purpose of drunkenly stumbling into a sticky-icky situation. If the world’s holiday destinations were one big dysfunctional family, it would be Ibiza’s distant cousin through marriage. We’re talking Skank City- by-the-Sea meets the wardrobe stylists from the movie The Hangover while four-straw sippin’ on a Bloody Mary at half past 5.
Not that any of those things are bad. It’s just not our kinda bin full of Gin. Especially when pricey people with questionable morals, like Miss Fico for example, are considered reputable enough to sit and make out in the VIP section. Girl, if you know what’s good for you, learn how to go away gracefully. Take copious notes of other WAGabees’ mistakes, or soon it’ll be too late for Balotelli to save your round rear.
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