Is there something about the psycho-demographics of soccer that makes it palatable to delectable young hotties?

Look at this man. His name is Francisco "Paco" Palencia.
OK, so he didn't make it to the Copa Final; but lawd have mercy! His mug has been gracing the boob tube on some commercial about one thing or another. I can't remember what the commercial is about because I am so busy checking him out.
¡Ay papi!
He's like the azteca equivalent of Orlando Bloom. Only hotter, manlier and ... hotter.
¡Dame un chin chin d'eso!








debolezza
Liza,
Ho debolezza por i giocatori di calcio. Really, really bad. I love their hamstrings and their quads. And their butts. And the photo you've provided us with is gorgeous.
I have had the World Cup on every day. I can't seem to stop watching the games. I know who I'm cheering for--but in every other game where "my" team isn't playing, I've been cheering for former colonies to defeat the colonial masters.
But all my politics will come to a quick end when England plays.
GO ENGLAND!!!!