Yes, he may be a pretty boy. Yes, he may be a pompous jerk. Yes, he may own more hair products than I do. Yes, he may fancy himself a fashion plate. Yes, he may play for the hated Manchester United. Yes, he may have been named in honor of Ronald Reagan (true story). All of these things don’t really matter though, because… look at him:
Suddenly, all that other annoying stuff about him becomes irrelevant, no? And there’s lots more where that came from…
And, of course, I have to post this gem:
Bonus: Cristiano in a commercial, playing a little street
soccer football- and looking mighty fine doing so.