Arsene/Jose 4 evah
Feb. 1st, 2007 01:48 pmAlso, the Brazil/Portugal game has now sold out! *clutches tickets to bosom*
Wenger will be there, he is apparently 'licking his lips' (phwoar). And maybe Mourinho will come to support his country, eh? omg, I'll be sharing a space with José Mourinho, Mister Oozing-teh-sex in his calf-length black coat.
So I just spent ten minutes making a Mourinho icon. It's not as if there's anything else going on in my life.
*has moment of senseless drooling over five-o-clock shadow, Armani coats and scarves, brooding vein in temple, manly salt-and-pepper haircut, and the fuck-me-now complexion*
I am now drooling over managers. This was to be foreseen.
And here I thought my cup was runnething over with players. I had forgotten about Mister Portugal Sex on Legs. He will be there for sure, will he not? I wonder where he will sit?? Perhaps next to Arsène somewhere above the dug-out...? *has apoplexy*
At the Brazil/Portugal friendly one night
Arsène: "Hm, that Paulo Ferreira is coming along nicely. Perhaps we can poach him away from you sometime?"
José: "No but thank you. Your Gilberto is also playing well tonight."
Arsène: "And not to forget your Ricardo Carvalho. So he has recovered from his traumatisme testiculaire?"
José: "Well, Arsène, I do not know what you mean with traumatism but thank you, yes, he has quite recovered. But if I get my hands on that Rooney oaf who dared to manhandle my player, my player, I will... I will surely..."
Arsène: "Please, José, becalm yourself. We are not in the dug-out right now. Also, your compatriote Cristiano Ronaldo is playing quite nicely."
José: "Yes, he is, isn't he?"
Arsène: "Yes."
[short dreamy silence]
José: "I would like to buy him."
Arsène: "Me, too."
José: "Ah, did you see that pass?"
Arsène: "That header."
José: "Yes, headed so high that his shirt, it did, how do you say?"
Arsène: "Yes, it did."
José: "Ah."
Arsène: " "Ah."
José: "I am feeling somewhat testicular traumatism myself now."
Arsène: "Are you available for a little post-match hospitality? This is my stadium, after all..."
José: "But what will Felipe say??"
Note to them as don't share t'obsession: José Mourinho is the drop-dead gorgeous Portuguese manager of Chelsea. Arséne Wenger is the suavely cool French manager of Arsenal. Felipe Scolari is the Brazilian manager of Portugal. Gilberto is a Brazilian player for Arsenal. Paulo Ferreira and Ricardo Carvalho are Portuguese players for Chelsea. Wayne Rooney is an English player for Manchester United who stomped on Carvalho's balls during the World Cup 2006 (in a fit of jealousy over Cristiano Ronaldo). Cristiano Ronaldo is Wayne Rooney's Portuguese team mate and lust-buddy at Man United.
God, typing this up has made me realise what an internationally convolvulated tangle football is. Ah, the allegiances and cross-allegiances! It's like Barbie dolls, only better!
Arsène and José (Meant for Each Other)

Rooney and Ricardo have a testicular moment:

Paulo Ferreira and Cristiano Ronaldo:

Gilberto:

Cristiano Ronaldo and Felipe Scolari: it's managerlove

Wenger will be there, he is apparently 'licking his lips' (phwoar). And maybe Mourinho will come to support his country, eh? omg, I'll be sharing a space with José Mourinho, Mister Oozing-teh-sex in his calf-length black coat.
So I just spent ten minutes making a Mourinho icon. It's not as if there's anything else going on in my life.
*has moment of senseless drooling over five-o-clock shadow, Armani coats and scarves, brooding vein in temple, manly salt-and-pepper haircut, and the fuck-me-now complexion*
I am now drooling over managers. This was to be foreseen.
And here I thought my cup was runnething over with players. I had forgotten about Mister Portugal Sex on Legs. He will be there for sure, will he not? I wonder where he will sit?? Perhaps next to Arsène somewhere above the dug-out...? *has apoplexy*
At the Brazil/Portugal friendly one night
Arsène: "Hm, that Paulo Ferreira is coming along nicely. Perhaps we can poach him away from you sometime?"
José: "No but thank you. Your Gilberto is also playing well tonight."
Arsène: "And not to forget your Ricardo Carvalho. So he has recovered from his traumatisme testiculaire?"
José: "Well, Arsène, I do not know what you mean with traumatism but thank you, yes, he has quite recovered. But if I get my hands on that Rooney oaf who dared to manhandle my player, my player, I will... I will surely..."
Arsène: "Please, José, becalm yourself. We are not in the dug-out right now. Also, your compatriote Cristiano Ronaldo is playing quite nicely."
José: "Yes, he is, isn't he?"
Arsène: "Yes."
[short dreamy silence]
José: "I would like to buy him."
Arsène: "Me, too."
José: "Ah, did you see that pass?"
Arsène: "That header."
José: "Yes, headed so high that his shirt, it did, how do you say?"
Arsène: "Yes, it did."
José: "Ah."
Arsène: " "Ah."
José: "I am feeling somewhat testicular traumatism myself now."
Arsène: "Are you available for a little post-match hospitality? This is my stadium, after all..."
José: "But what will Felipe say??"
Note to them as don't share t'obsession: José Mourinho is the drop-dead gorgeous Portuguese manager of Chelsea. Arséne Wenger is the suavely cool French manager of Arsenal. Felipe Scolari is the Brazilian manager of Portugal. Gilberto is a Brazilian player for Arsenal. Paulo Ferreira and Ricardo Carvalho are Portuguese players for Chelsea. Wayne Rooney is an English player for Manchester United who stomped on Carvalho's balls during the World Cup 2006 (in a fit of jealousy over Cristiano Ronaldo). Cristiano Ronaldo is Wayne Rooney's Portuguese team mate and lust-buddy at Man United.
God, typing this up has made me realise what an internationally convolvulated tangle football is. Ah, the allegiances and cross-allegiances! It's like Barbie dolls, only better!
Arsène and José (Meant for Each Other)

Rooney and Ricardo have a testicular moment:

Paulo Ferreira and Cristiano Ronaldo:
Gilberto:

Cristiano Ronaldo and Felipe Scolari: it's managerlove
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Date: 2007-02-01 02:31 pm (UTC)I really want to ship something about Jose and Cristiano. It's got to be there. Maybe one day...
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Date: 2007-02-01 08:41 pm (UTC)I really want you to ship something about them, too. And write something about shipping something about them. ...erh... Okay.... Sorry to butt in? *blushes*
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Date: 2007-02-01 02:38 pm (UTC)* * * *
Harry Figwit, having managed a zoom-shot of the shirt-moment, whilst silmultaneously earwigging furiously on the two managers from his cramped space beneath the dugout-area, wondered if ... maybe ... he should offer some of his more ARTISTIC shots to each of them separately. Maybe he could start a bidding-war - just like Liverpool was currently doing with Dubai vs America.
Just for fun - he took a couple of shots directly above his head - looking straight up each managerial trouser-leg from beneath. In Harry's Game, you just never knew ........
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Date: 2007-02-01 03:00 pm (UTC)Arsène: "Yes, it did."
José: "Ah."
Arsène: " "Ah."
José: "I am feeling somewhat testicular traumatism myself now."
I love this!
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Date: 2007-02-01 07:22 pm (UTC)Just please don't start slashing Rooney. You will make me most nauseous. And didn't Rooney also stomp Cristiano's thigh? No sense of allegiances!
And the pics just make this too.
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Date: 2007-02-01 08:43 pm (UTC)nd didn't Rooney also stomp Cristiano's thigh? No sense of allegiances!
Nope. That was Boulahrouz, the brute. But Cristiano allegedly asked for a red card for Wayne in that Portugal-England match which he got - one way or another - after stamping on Carvalho.
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Date: 2007-02-01 08:46 pm (UTC)traumatisme testiculaire? ROFL! And both of them lustily dreaming of Cristiano? *moan*
Totally love your introduction on the players. *giggle*
Crying Cristiano... God, but he really is so beautiful when he cries. Nearly forgot with him acting all manly right now...
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Date: 2007-02-02 01:39 am (UTC)