The Azzurri have made their way back home, touching down at Rome's Fiumicino Airport on Saturday, following their disastrous campaign at the 2010 Coppa Mondiale.
We're not here to throw tomatoes, but just to ogle all the ~aviator~ hotness.
"Easy on the shit-flinging. This suit's a Dolce."
He's depressed, leave him alone. (jk, Pirlo gave him some "meds")
"Philippe! Where you at? I told you to pick me up at the airport!"
"What do you mean you're busy with Menez? Come pick me up now, or I'll shave you bald."
"Can't wait for the Prandelli Era, I'm SURELY gonna get a start!"
Gila is still bitchin' (at Ben Kingsley?)
Morgy for
zekiya &hearts
Monty prioritising what matters most: Hair 'Dos
"Why wasn't I at Cassano's wedding? Wait, what, he got married? To what? His lunchbox?"
"JK, I sent the newlyweds a pop-up version of the Kama Sutra. Monty loves our copy."
Ladida, Canna doesn't care
Gilababes
Prozac would be good here.
Whatever happens, don't go to Gila's shrink. He's a quack.
UNF Pepe
WERQ!
"Don't talk to me, I have a wedding to catch! Wait, what? Cassano already got hitched? Dammit, who's gonna save his wife now?"
Capi taking it in stride
Guise, give him a moment. We don't want Pazzo to be the next Gila
JUST UNF
I thought Pepe's bug shades were bad, then I saw these plastic sunnies from a Happy Meal:
Still can't fathom the thought that Slovakia beat Italy Cassano got hitched:
Fine, he looks good.
When Monty saw Daniele...
Yeah, Monty, MTE.
I ain't hatin'
You can cry here, let it all out.