I've stumbled upon some football slash communities. Spain has lots of hot footballers for some reason. Today I like Steven Gerrard and Xabi Alonso. I think they're going to hook up, actually.
I was going to go back to doing my work, but then I found this:
Gerrard and Alonso kisses after a winning a championship. YES!
Friday, March 28, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
zizou
Beckham and Zizou are manly men. I feel like Zizou is cooler though. Beckham has become more of a Hollywood thing.
I like Kaka. Ronaldo is okay too. They seem to get hotter as they get older. I think I've covered my today favorites.
I like Kaka. Ronaldo is okay too. They seem to get hotter as they get older. I think I've covered my today favorites.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
zidane's version
Fanfiction//Football Slash//Zidane and Materazzi//World Cup 2006
My ball would not have been intercepted if not for Materazzi. He stayed close to me, not giving me any movement. Being this uncomfortably close, I could feel the heat of his body against mine.
He grabbed my shirt, holding onto it and me at once. There was no chance I could have made a move with his sweaty paws all over me.
"If you want my jersey so badly, I will give it to you after the match," I mocked. Did he think no one would notice? How could this be a professional footballer?
Furious and frustrated, I stalked away from the cheat. This was my last game before retirement and I was not going to let it be ruined.
"I prefer the whore that is your sister," he shouted after me.
The minute my head slammed into his chest, I knew it was all over. I didn't care. I was not going to tolerate such stupidity and mockery from an amateur.
Materazzi's version.
My ball would not have been intercepted if not for Materazzi. He stayed close to me, not giving me any movement. Being this uncomfortably close, I could feel the heat of his body against mine.
He grabbed my shirt, holding onto it and me at once. There was no chance I could have made a move with his sweaty paws all over me.
"If you want my jersey so badly, I will give it to you after the match," I mocked. Did he think no one would notice? How could this be a professional footballer?
Furious and frustrated, I stalked away from the cheat. This was my last game before retirement and I was not going to let it be ruined.
"I prefer the whore that is your sister," he shouted after me.
The minute my head slammed into his chest, I knew it was all over. I didn't care. I was not going to tolerate such stupidity and mockery from an amateur.
Materazzi's version.
