MAN-FLESH DU JOUR: SOCCEROOS
And some bonus Kewell as well. Anyone up for a scouting trip down under? We can drop by NZ on the way there or something. Clearly, this is a region that requires our presence.
(Time for lunch!) Bits and pieces:
There's one American left at Fulham. One. It's not looking like he's the manager's favourite either. Is Fulhamerica dead?
UF with a communal bitch-about-Becks session. Interesting bit from the lads: "Do you know how many women have gotten more interested into soccer because of Becks? the more, the merrier, and if it takes a bit of sexing up the players who want to be sexed up, rock on." Yes, exactly. In fact, that's why he should take a bit of time off England -- to focus that energy on having even more shirtless and pantless photos taken of him. There can never be too many. Because nothing puts a woman in a mood to sit down and watch some quality footie other than a grimy underwear campaign ...until they realize that football isn't actually about underwear. Doh. 11 years down the line, we're still feeling ripped off.
Wenger attempts to explain the Senderos move to us. Grunt, shrug, shift in your chair. Fine.
Ronaldinho spent most of his Olympic games subjecting innocent women to wedding proposals. The horror.
Abi Clancy is actually an idiot. Any woman with half a brain wouldn't let Elen Riven put one foot through the front door never mind help them decorate it. That type of tacky is contagious. She'll plaster your home in gold leaf and then throw a vat of botox over it or something. You can't trust that bitch.
If the Aussies don't do it for you today: a Fernando Torres refresher might. Just to be clear, we do not in any way support Mistress C's claim that Nando 'has awesome hair' -- the man practically founded the Hair Watch thread all on his own. Have you learned nothing from us, MC? NOTHING?!
Labels: lucas neill, man-flesh du jour, tim cahill


