Milanspam: Take me down with you when you go
Oh dear. That wasn't very good, was it? Again, I didn't see it (11am kick-offs clash with weekly trip to Sainsbury's, sadly), and again, it was probably a good job. No wonder Carletto was not impressed.
Milan 0-5 Chelsea
Scorers: Lampard 3, Anelka 8, 18, 51, 57
Chelsea: Cech (Cudicini 72); Ivanovic (Ferreira 61), Alex, Terry (Carvalho 61), A Cole; Ballack (Deco 46), Mikel, Lampard; Wright-Phillips (Sinclair 77), Anelka (Shevchenko 66), Malouda
Milan: Kalac; Bonera (Paloschi 63), Simic (Digao 46), Maldini (Kaladze 46), Favalli (Antonini 63); Zambrotta, Flamini, Gattuso, Jankulovski; Pirlo; Ambrosini (Seedorf 46)
Far fewer this time. It's as if the photographers were scared Ambro would break their cameras knew.
Beppe was looking dapper again, though.
Boni was practising his jetés. *averts gaze from crotch department*
*sigh* Things are bad when not even Clarence can save us.
On the plus side? DARIO!
...and, more pertinently, Dario's thighs.
He is always so generous with them, bless his heart.
Quite hilariously, Daylife cannot tell the difference between Rino and Clarence.
God help us, we fielded this one again.
WILL WE NEVER LEARN?
I was beginning to think that the Milan Effect might have been making itself felt with Flamini.
...until I saw this.
And this.
More work needed, I fear.
This time, the photographers were focussing on Janku.
I like to think that this was because he was brilliant,
[he certainly seems...
...to be everywhere]
And not because the photographers fancied him.
Because that would be just icky.
Kalac. Failing again.
...At least we're back on familiar ground?
'Oh, SHIT IT.'
Paolo: You suck, you do.
[Small break for the Odd Couple to have a slow-mo running-towards-each-other film moment.]
'Oh, shit it. Again.'
I don't know which one this was, there were so bloody many to choose from. *tears at hair*
Still. Paolo knows how to make a fangirl feel better.
*whispers* He's not looking his best. I worry.
Andrea: Fuck this for a lark, I'm going home.
Even attempts at ankle-breaking didn't help.
[NBeither did Tiny!Alberto's dancing, unfortunately. Good try, though, kid.]
Demonstrating how much he has learned from Pippo...
Ah well. Things can only get better, yes?
[He's definitely filling out, Conny.]
As a bonus, a further reminder of the suck that was the Sevilla game. Don't say I'm not good to you...
[please let him get picked over Kalac. please let him get picked over Kalac.]
A rare shot where Ambro isn't pulling a daft face. Possibly.
Somone's been at the St.Tropez, methinks.
Boni weeps with shame.
Commandment#17: Thou shalt not tug at the Shorts of Clarence.
'Whoa, dude, white men can jump!'
[Awww! Matching disgruntled OddCouple!]
Paolo: *is beginning to be concerned for Andrea's mental state*
Ricky: Noes! Not the hair!
oh, bless.
'Ooof. Me pods.'
'Hands off the crown jewels, plzkthnx.'
So. Anyone know anything about Guglielmo Stendardo? Is he worth it? And when can we get the new babies on the pitch?