April 12th, 2010
Sara Carbonero: A WAG We Refuse to Accept
Images via AS
Proving she’s as annoying as we once suspected, Sara C. & co. played velveeta for the Spanish newspaper’s cameras Saturday evening – showing support for both teams featured in El Clasico. We get that she’s a ‘journalist’ who can not/should not show any bias, but then how does dating Real Madrid’s numero uno goalkeeper bode for her career?
While it’s no surprise that our sources have previously told of her famewhoring tendencies, seeing Iker’s newest galpal in action has caused us repel in publicity-disgust. Just so we’re clear: this girl got to feast/party at Asador Donostiarra restaurant before consoling Senor Casillas after his team’s 2- 0 loss to Barcelona? And that’s fair because….?
Before you throw the bitter-book at us,let’s just say that normally when a fearsome football twosome couple up for the world to see, we welcome the lady friend into the Kickette WAG club. But our astute spidey sense prevented us from extending Sara’s club membership, since there was that nagging ickyness that we couldn’t quite put our Butter London fingertips on.
Even if Ms. C learned her lesson, we’ve decided to revoke her privileges before even granting them. In fact, if her perfume-drenched application crossed our desks, we’d give a half-arse excuse and tell her to move it along. Or, in other words, we hear karma’s a bitch and she sometimes goes under the guise ‘Sara Pastasauce’.
Shall we just cut to the chase and ban Sara Carbonero from our fabulously-dressed, well-attended club altogether?