We spend our working lives testing the impact of asshattery on our affections, and in the grand scheme of things, Branko Boskovic’s bitching about being picked (or not) for D.C. United is nothing more than a tiny chink in his fetching love armour. Especially since he scored in DC’s victory over Chivas USA not too long ago, which kind of proved his point.
However, this kind of thing can escalate. Right now it’s whining because he keeps getting subbed, but we can visualise the future clearly. Moaning about having to wear what we tell him to, bitching on about our ambitious credit card bills, grumbling as he drives us to our daily mani/pedi treatment in the super expensive sports car we made him buy.
Is that face worth the bother, Kickettes? Or would you sacrifice a little smoothness for a better behaved ‘baller boy?
Photograph by Andrew Hetherington.
Damn it must feel good to be Karalyn West.
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Trust us, Kickettes. We’d never steer you wrong in matters as important and life changing as this.
He’s so excited to be a Malaga player, we’re so excited that his eight pack abs are TK.
Obviously this photo begs two questions:
1) At what point on the happy meter does Gooch need to reach for his trousers to come off?
2) How long do we have to keep hitting refresh on his Twitter feed to find out?
It’s Labor Day in America today, so we want to wish our US Kickettes whatever salutation is in accordance with this paid day off from work! We’ve decided to limit our labour today as well, so Weekend Results will be posted tomorrow.
In other news, the dignified Dimitar Berbatov finally has his smokin’ hot groove back. Hurray!
As we head into one of the more exciting parts of the footie season, let’s take a moment to think of the many players who can only sit injured and frustrated on the sidelines.
From Jack Wilshere to Chris Smalling, through Martin Caceres and Julio Baptista, the list of cuties without a presence on the pitch offers plenty to choose from. Naturally, we’re waiting in the wings ready to don our nurse’s uniforms once we get the go ahead, but rehabilitating the injury-cursed back to health can’t be a one-staff show.
There’s more than enough players in plaster needing your tender love and care to go around – some may even comply with your backless hospital gown requests. So who gets your vote for the hottest hurtie on the treatment table?