A week from now? It’s finally time. The group stage of the World Cup kicks off, and even America cares about soccer for at least five minutes. Me? I’ll be eating, sleeping and breathing international soccer until the very last second runs down.
Yes, I love soccer, but there’s just something about International play (and the World Cup in particular) that elevates the game. It turns the already rabid soccer fanbase into a bunch of flag-and-bunting-bedecked lunatics. I challenge anyone who doesn’t like or understand soccer to start watching the World Cup from the beginning. Trust me, you’ll come out at the other end swearing at the Abruzzi for being a bunch of diving whiners or being amazed at just how fast Portugal can move (Damn you, Ronaldo. Damn you to hell.) or harboring a secret love for the Orange.
And you know what else is great about the World Cup? International Eye candy. Above? Spain’s Fernando Torres.
More hotness after the jump.
France’s Yoann Gourcuff. Also, hot damn.
Italy’s own Marco Boriello. Never has a man cleaning himself made me feel this dirty.
Australia’s Harry Kewell. And his ink.
Denmark’s Nicklas Bendtner.
The USA’s Carlos Bocanegra. Yum.
Spain’s Iker Casillas. (Look, the Spanish team has a lot of pretty, okay?)
South Korea’s Ahn Jung-Hwan.
The USA’s Oguchi Onyewu. Hot sweet fancy damn. I am honestly rendered speechless by…okay, everything in that picture, because LOOK AT THAT. WHO WOULDN’T WANT TO LICK ICE CREAM OFF OF ANY ONE OF THOSE MUSCLES? Soccer rules.
So have at it, Ladies. Which bit of international flavor are you most looking forward to seeing?
Oh, and if you can’t watch this without getting excited, then check your pulse. You may be dead.