This is actually a manly post.

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During the friendly against Uruguay, it was not only the style of play expectorated out by our boys in blue that caught the eye, nor simply Riccardo Montolivo's pale, cold, and bewitching face, and more than just Cesare Prandelli's jacket, it was the dazzling new blue shirts worn by the Azzurri that truly slapped the mind of this restless footballing warrior (apologies to Elton John for that metaphor) with the cold hand of seduction, perfumed on the wrist with a heady glamour tinged with the unearthly fumes of nostalgia, all the while softly intoning in a luscious Pisan accent a call for it's soft, azure fabric to be worn in sickness and in health, an irresistible siren's call from an antique realm.

Read the full article at Euro 2008 on World Cup Blog.

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