THIS IS EXTRA TIME

We fear for Stevie sometimes. Horrid-Hair seems to really have him under his spell. Who knows what sorts of hair tips he might be trying to whisper into his ear. In through one ear, out the other, babe.



Also experiencing the Fabregas love-vibes during Bolton: the Flamster (who should really just keep his shirt on from now on), Eboue (who was treated to a classic running-jump hug on the sidelines) and everyone else within a 100m radius.



The hair grabbing makes this shot especially adorable. But to be fair, we didn't even get around to watching Chels this weekend (mega-gasp!) so we've got no clue exactly how well the man-loving faired. We did hear that Joey did his bit for the ladies though.



Good effort on Wayne's part. Giggsy could do better. It's all in the hips, Ry.

Labels: arsenal, cesc fabregas, chelsea, epl wrap up, fernando torres, hot footballers, john terry, liverpool, man poo-nited, ryan giggs, steven gerrard, wayne rooney

With six tracks of her new album already in the bag, Gemma's got high aspirations:

"Now that J.Lo has had her sprogs I'm out to steal her crown"

Okay, not so high.


source: Gemma Atkinson: I'm out to steal Jennifer Lopez' crown

Labels: gemma atkinson, quick quotes, WAGs

God, we love Jens. The man is very obviously a mad-man but he does wear the angry-keeper badge with pride, doesn't he? Who else could make such completely mental behavior look so - oh, dear - sexy. Lehmann flipped out on some paps who tried to take his photo when he was coming out of Embassy Nightclub last night. He punched one dude in the face, threatened another then punched and kicked the third guy to the ground. All while wearing what appears to be a very fierce looking jacket.

Last week Jens told some German talk show hoochie that he thought giving non-alcholic beer to his two-year old daughter, Lieselotte, was totally harmless. He then went on to talk about that one time him and Lieselotte got totally crocked together on one of his days off. 'The girl just couldn't handle her drink,' a made up source tells us. 'She's been through a lot. Did a stint at the Priory when she was one and a half and everything. It's been really tough on the whole family.'
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source: wenn - KEEPER: I FEED TOT ON LAGER

Labels: angry keepers, bad behavior, candids, jens lehmann, made up shite

Here's Alex doing what she does best: shopping and er, walking. Look she's multi-tasking - posing for the paps and the peasants and the same time!

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Lets talk Merseyside derby while we're here, shall we? No Cahill. We're quite ambivalent to both sides ourselves, but no Timmy is nearly as preposterous as Akon recording a country album. It's depressing. How is it that Horrid-Hair Torres dodges being side-lined whilst our dear Timmy toils away with (yet another) metatarsal thingee? It's simply unjust.
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Labels: alex curran, candids, tim cahill, WAGs

It's been a rough season hasn't it, Metze?

What with your busted-foot-disappearing-acts in between your non-appearances for Real Madrid, this season really has been one calamity after another. And this beard o' death is no exception.

We're still trying to figure it out: WC throwback or a desperate attempt to ensure your inclusion in the next wacky German NT dress-up party - a sort of 'I can wear facial hair better than you, Micha' beard. It's all very much beyond us.

TIET's Final Verdict: Even if you're sat on the bench the entire time, there's no excuse for this kind of tomfoolery. Due to your extreme ridiculosity, we have now taken an obscene liking to Oliver Bierhoff [the fine piece of managerial-booty sat on the right]. Thank you and shave.

Labels: christoph metzelder, germany, not sexy, oliver bierhoff

It has been a while since we've heard anything out of the mouth of Madame Tweedy/Cole hasn't it? It's been nothing but moping around in airports and flashing ribs and ring-less hands in Thailand for far too long.

Finally, a bit of wisdom has been imparted:

"I can't bear other people washing my undergarments. I find it quite violating. Even when my mam does the washing, I say: 'Leave my bits and pieces for me.' I'd rather do them myself.'

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source: Cheryl Cole: No one touches my smalls! - Not Aloud near Cheryl's pants

Labels: cheryl cole, cheryl's opinion du jour, quick quotes, WAGs

While the real Becks earns his 100th, mini-Becks mines for gold. How cute.

How gross. VB would be disgusted.
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source: wenn, getty

Labels: candids, david beckham, victoria beckham, WAGs

Dear US Soccer, here's a tip: stop trying to be iconic with the fug-assed shirts. So not working, babes. In fact so much fug was in effect at USA v Poland that we could not even focus on what was going up on the scoreboard. No, things just kept coming back to 'Is that grey or black? Navy? Is something wrong with my TV? Am I colour-blind?' We nearly missed Bocanegra's goal thinking about what the next fug-stricken kit US Soccer churns out is going to look like.

FYI: According to du Nord, the colour's called Anthracite. Coal. Whatevs.

Labels: internationals, ugly kits, US soccer

A soccer related excuse to post AC's beauty.





via a socialite's life

Labels: anderson cooper, david beckham, video

The best thighs in London and his missus were spotted leaving Nobu last night. No word on how that offensive silky gold shirt slithered its way onto Lampsy's back though. Surely, he didn't actively put it on. Can you imagine a mentally sound person buttoning up that shirt and thinking 'Right, gold shirt on. Leaving my house now'? Unlikely.

BTW: Elen's face. Collagen lip injections or good ol' lipliner abuse?
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source: Gold-shirt wearing Frank Lampard takes inspiration from Austin Powers 'Goldmember' - matrix

Labels: candids, elen rives, frank lampard, WAGs

Since, we've already started today on the Liverpool tip why not continue the comedy?

Just like there are no excuses that can redeem either of these outfits, there are also no words to accurately describe the ridiculosity of either. Let's all just have a quick looksie (click to englarge at your own risk) and attempt to banish the leopard-print evil to the deepest depths of our subconscious. Do not dwell - we don't want to wake up to any Pete Wentz-esque 'I nearly killed myself in a Best Buy parking lot after witnessing Voronin's shell suit trackie' type of e-mails in our inbox.
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source: matrix

Labels: andriy voronin, candids, fashion failure, liverpool, WAGs, yulia voronin

We realize that 'look-a-like' is a bit of a redundant term when referring to any blond, orange-tanned WAG but what we're really getting at here are the boots. Those boots. And the stripes. But mostly those busted looking boots.

Alex and her friend (at this point we're even thinking sister/twin - the resemblance and overly-similar poor taste in shoes is astonishing; it's got to be genetic) stopped by Abi Clancy's step-dad's restaurant, Critons, yesterday for lunch.
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source: matrix, big pictures

Labels: alex curran, candids, WAGs

Real talk now, ladies: Becks v Didier? Who wins? Answers are required.

We're not talking in an overall sense - unfortunately hair issues inhibit Didi from challenging meaningfully in that arena - we're talking strictly crotch-
protecting/crotch-checking only.

It's going to have to be Becks on our end (our somewhat peculiar relationship with The Sex has been well documented and the fact that we even have this photo on record speaks volumes about our intentions) but we still have to concede that Didi's usual brand of 'I could burn a hole right through you with my eyes' fierceness and delightful shirt removal makes it a tough call.

Labels: ballers on the block, david beckham, didier drogba, hot footballers

Wayne's 19 year old cousin, Natalie, who reached tabloid fame when she whipped out her titties for the paps at Coleen's 21st birthday party, has been left out of Col and Wayne's upcoming wedding this summer.

Natalie tells Celebs on Sunday:

"Even if I did get an invite to the wedding, I wouldn't go and neither would my family. I can't stand Coleen after the way she's behaved towards us. She clearly sees us as nothing but chavs who aren't high class enough to go to her big day."

How does that old saying go again? Blah, blah sins and casting stones? Whatevs. Let's hand-over to the attached images of Madame Class herself and her girlfriends getting sloshed in the un-chavviest way possible.
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source: Wayne Rooney's cousin: I can't stand Coleen - she thinks we're chavs - Wayne Rooney's girlfriend Coleen McLouglin falls over on boozy girls night out

Labels: bad behavior, Coleen McLoughlin, wayne rooney

Despite his dawning of the funky Indiana Jones gear for this Pepsi ad, Cesc told Arsenal magazine this month that he prefers Coca-Cola over Pepsi. Scandal!

Click to WATCH

Labels: cesc fabregas, video

Finally, Alex has retired the dreaded YSL Tributes! Your yelps of joy will be somewhat premature however because in place of the played out YSLs, we've got these peculiar and equally annoying looking peep-toe boots to jeer at. Nothing to be inspired by, unfortunately.

TIET Final Verdict: Honestly woman, would a simple pair of black boots not do?
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Labels: alex curran, candids, WAGs

While Alex made her way around Liverpool Fashion Week this weekend, Steven seemed to take on the bulk of parental duties. Yummy daddy, indeed.

Also, please note Lilly-Ella's handbag. We can't help but wonder what types of things a toddler would think essential to stick into one of those. A pacifier? Maybe a juice-box for the road? One thing's for sure though: Alex wasn't kidding around when she said she was starting them off early

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Labels: candids, lilly-ella, steven gerrard

Oh, Dax, what are you getting up to here? Striking the 'and what?!' pose, shouting obscenities at Panamanians with your fiery hair flinging about. We normally love it when you boys get all huffy but all we're getting from this scene is a whole lot of leprechaun vibes we don't need.

Anyways, can we just spend like two secs on Defect-Gate? You know, the seven kids who peaced out on Cuba last day? Well, the official response from the Cuban Football Federation is moderately intriguing: 'As a federation, we are nauseated...' Nauseated? Our minds immediately went to a scenario where half the team defected and the other half got the stomach flu. See? Things can always get worse.

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As you can see, we've taken an extended break/spree of lazy-arsing/idly staring for far too long at photos of our newfound mega-crush, Yoann Gourcuff, and haven't been blogging as often as we'd like lately. Don't look so disappointed though: we'll be back and shall assume our former non-glory as of next week where we'll tackle important issues such as the increasing levels of Chelsea ridiculosity (très un-fierce), West Ham invading our heezy (my cystal ball says, 'I see Lucas and Freddie in your future. And they're naked and sprawled out on your bed.') and as usual, we'll have a slew of new photos of the most annoying WAGs in the business doing what they do best: absolutely nothing.

Until then, take care you lovely lovelies!

P.S. In the meantime can the anti-Senderos e-mails please stop. Didn't know people had such serious beef with Big Phil. Furthermore, didn't know anyone actually paid attention to our EPL Hottie of the Moment at all. We reserve the right to suffer through our slightly off-kilter crushes in peace! Sheesh!


source: Defection is latest blow to Cuban sports

Labels: about us, bringing the LOLs, cuba, dax mccarty, US soccer