Fan Support: The Other Europe

Continuing with the “countries recently invaded by Germany” theme, we have the lady supporters of Eastern European football, starting (as did the Germans) with Poland:

A little south, we have Croatia:

Which is next door to Serbia:

And then there are their Slavic cousins, Russia:

To the surprise of probably no-one, it was discovered that Russia’s most-photographed female fan (above) is a porno actress in real life (not that there’s anything wrong with that, of course — anyone can support their country, and should).

And to end this segment of female fan support, we have Greece, a country nominally in Western Europe, but geographically south of Poland, so there:

We’ll wrap up this series, so to speak, next week with a look at the rest of the world.  As always, feel free to vote for your favorite(s) in Comments.

Fan Support: Over There

Last week we studied the fan support of football in the Western Hemisphere, so now we’ll cross the Atlantic, starting with mid-Atlantic Iceland:

I know these ladies are somewhat more demure than the average we’ve seen up till now, but let’s not forget that it gets kinda chilly in Iceland.  Staying with the Scandinavian types, there are the original Vikings in Denmark:

…followed by Sweden:

I know Swedes all speak English, and there’s proof.  Anyway, let’s move a little south:

And across the border:

Over the Pyrenees mountains:

While over the Channel, we have the English roses:

[insert]  Longtime Friend and Reader TrueBrit sends me the following, to highlight England’s winning spirit (and if it makes you giggle, you’re not alone):

Back over in Euroland, there are the Low Countries (Belgium and Holland respectively), who despite their diminutive size, always seem to punch well above their weight class, so to speak:

And lurking just over the Rhine, the Old Enemy (in so many ways):

…and their cousins-in-crime, Austria:

But let’s not talk about The War.  The Swiss were neutral, in any case:

Moving south, there’s the confusingly-named Azzuri (despite having national colors of green, white and red, Italy plays in sky-blue jerseys because Italy):

Okay, you can all stop panting now, and vote for your favorites in Comments.  In two weeks’ time:  Eastern Europe.

Fan Support: The Americas

Today we will study the lengths to which people will support their home team.  By “people”, of course, I mean “ladies” and by “support” I mean “showing up at a football stadium wearing your national team’s colors, more or less”.  Let’s start off with the South Americans, because one has to start somewhere:

One would imagine that Brazil does just as well in this department, and one would be right:

But those are large, populous countries so one would expect a high level of tottie-ness.  What about the smaller South American ones?  Let’s start with Ecuador:

…and then Paraguay:

Peru:

Chile:

   

And let’s not forget tiny Honduras:

I know, Honduras is technically in Central America — which brings me on to Mexico:

If I may channel Top Gear‘s Jeremy Clarkson for a moment, that does not look like yer typical Mexican housemaid as found in the U.S.A., does it?  And speaking of El Norte, we have:

…but frankly, I think we save our best for the other kind of football:

…and especially at the college level:

Next week, we’ll cross the Atlantic to resume our study.  Oh, and feel free to vote for your favorite fan(s) in Comments.

Hourglass

I can’t believe that Monica Bellucci is 53.  (Of course, to an old codger like me, everyone younger than I looks 15 years old, especially with my crap eyesight.)  But back to Miss Bellucci.  Here’s a recent pic:

…and a close-up:

I’m suspecting some kind of Faustian deal here.  For comparison purposes only [coff coff], here are pics of a somewhat earlier vintage:

The sands of time seem to have treated this particular hourglass extraordinarily well.

Striking Beauty

Out of sheer boredom, I was watching some piece of Netflix tripe called Designated Survivor, which is a peculiar mixture of dystopia and liberal bollocks (Cliff Notes: don’t bother).  Ordinarily, shows of this ilk get about ten minutes’ attention before I move on to another offering, but I didn’t do so with this one, and watched the entire first season.

Why?

Because the female costar was the astonishing Brit actress Natascha McElhone:

She’s one of those rare beauties who looks good even when she’s not made up and posed:

Ultimately, though, the basic premise of the show was settled by the final episode of Season 1, so the next (or any other future) season will remain unwatched.  And by the way:  Kiefer Sutherland (the show’s protagonist) is a total wuss.  [2,000 words about Canadian actors deleted]

Wondrous Woman

Longtime Readers of this website will know that despite its several formats, there has been one constant, to whit the statement that Lynda Carter is one of the most beautiful women who ever lived.  So without further preamble:

 

No need to thank me;  it’s all part of the service.