True fans should be able to spot any one of their team’s horribly clad players from the front, side or even by glancing at his bum.
Kickettes, do you dare to separate yourselves from the fair-weathered fans among us? Now is your chance – if you can name the ‘badly-dressed-on-the-bottom (at left) Spanish national team player who was on the receiving end of a certain Spanish Royal Soccer Federation Sports manager’s manhug?
There’s been quite an explosion of high-profile ladies linking up with La Liga stars as of late, and it’s sometimes hard to make sense of the semi-translatable details, no? Google translate has yet to come up with accurate descriptors of things like “glitter Gucci belts” or “short-tents in green jeans”, which can make even the most sedate La Liga loving Kickette frustrated.
Luckily, we are here to help. Both in accurate translations and in judging the WAGs stepping out of your nightmares and into their ‘ballers’ cars.
However, we can’t weigh in on these girls with the same bravado as their English counterparts without an Alex Gerrard-type calling the bish get in line! shots. You see, La Liga’s WAG hierarchy is less a tiered system and more an elevated platform positioning a la the Olympics.
This story gets two enthusiastic thumbs up and one not-so-pleasant middle finger. Images: Google.
Hear ye, hear ye! The Kickette Court of Common Law is now in session.
On today’s docket we have a Pasta-producing, Iker Casillas-loving journalist in the line of fire as she fends off Real Madrid and one heavily bruised, star striker’s ego.
Ladies and gentleman of the jury, throw on your best court shoes and come on in.
Look how they’re all studiously avoiding a glimpse of his hair! It’s not just us, y’know…
Outside of the UK, it’s a little known fact that British people are prohibited from commencing their celebration of the festive period until the winner of the BBC Sports Personality of the Year has been announced.
Fortunately, the awards ceremony (featuring the cream of the country’s sporting talent) took place on Sunday evening, and the nation can breathe a sigh of relief . It’s time to indulge in any faintly amusing habits of wrestling over last minute gift ideas in Poundland and/or crashing into each others ill-equipped vehicles in two inches of snow.
Images via ONTD_Football. Victor was modelling for La Vanguardia magazine. In case you were wondering.
Having spent the last few hours reviewing the evidence, we would like to advise you how we most like Victor Valdes. Is it satanically suited and bow tie bedecked? Er… no.