Glad to see that magic lamp we invested in has granted our ‘more ballers flashing the flesh’ wish.
We’ve been revelling in the glory of Didier Drogba and his muscle groups all day. ‘Nando Torres proved that less can be more, and when we found this video of Cesc Fabregas it felt like Christmas, birthdays and London Fashion Week all rolled into one.
Let’s check in on the pitch ‘n bitch action from this weekend:
“I’ve been called gay, a facist; I’ve read how my relationship is in tatters, I’ve been called a loser, I can deal with all that. But mess with my family and we’ve got a problem.”
–Gigi Buffon after he, teammate Amauri and wifey Alena ambushed the reporter who started the love triangle lies.
Note: Score another point for our fantastic readers, who alerted us to the truth of the trio’s supposed tryst.
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.
Sweaty, angry and with Italian bulge. That’s a’more.