Happy Birthday Steph!

I have a Bojan picspam up to celebrate the birthday of his missus!
Hope you have a fantastic day hun! xx

Steph's definitive guide to Real's underage hotties.

Having read that a number of Real's Castilla (second team/reserves) were joining the first team at their preseason training in Austria i felt it was my duty to you fine SBAers to investigate their potential and vet them before possible promotion to the Really Hot Madrid first team. Unfortunately my underage perving skills are not exensive (i wasn't even nominated)so i gladly passed the baton on to our inhous expert and currently holder of the 'Most likely to perv on an underage baller' SBA title 2008, Miss Stephanie.
Over to our perving reporter.
Did i say perving? i meant to say roving..
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Real Madrid’s second team, known as Real Madrid’s Castilla has produced some of the Finest Real Madrid players we know, and I’m certainly not talking about skill. Of course, to be a player for Los Blancos you have to have a lot of talent, so that is a given, but over the years many hot ballers have come up from the youth ranks to bloom into full on hotties. You all know who I’m talking about, the likes of Miguel Torres, Iker Casillas, Ruben de la Red, and even the God of Spanish football himself, Raul. They are a team known for their looks as well as their on pitch presence. So the point of all this, is four players from the Castilla have been training with the Real Madrid first team. They are Chema Antón, Daniel Parejo, Felipe Ramos, and Juanmi Callejon and I am here to investigate the hotness! After some serious research, this is what I have concluded:



I’ll start out slow, the first there, is Chema Anton. He is 19 years old and a defender. He was born in Alicante, Spain on March 19, 1989. For me, he is just a normal looking guy. He is by no means ugly, but there isn’t anything spectacular about him that stands out. If I saw him in a bar, I don’t think I would give a second thought to him. Overall, I give him 3/5, just average



This is Daniel Parejo. He was born on April 16, 1989 (19 years old) in Madrid and is a defender. I think the pictures says it all. When the baller I think of when I see you is Tevez, you know there is a problem. I would run away if I saw him in a bar, but because I’m feeling generous today, and he is Spanish I will give him a .5/5!



This is Felipe Ramos, aka Felipe. I had a hard time finding a good pic of this man, but this is the best I came up with (courtesy of Gina). He is a goalkeeper who was born in Madrid on January 10, 1988 (20 years old). He reminds me of goofy. I could see him being a really good guy friend, but never a boyfriend or anyone I would fantasize about, just someone I could have a good laugh with. Again, he’s not Daniel Parejo bad, but not one of our future Spanish hotties either. I give him a 2.5 rating.



I saved the best for last. This is Juanmi Callejon (the one on the left) and his twin brother Jose. He is a Midfielder for the Castilla, and was born in Motril, Granando, Spain on February 11, 1987 (21 years old). Juanmi is a combination of his first two names, Juan and Miguel. I wasn’t fully convinced at first, even with the twin, but I am now thoroughly happy to accept him (and his bro) as a future hottie of the bernabeau (or anywhere else if he isn’t lucky enough to stay). He has Laura’s seal of approval and he now has mine! I could definitely go for a guy like him. I give him 4.5/5 on the scale. He is definatley the hottest player of the Castilla and I can’t wait to see more from him.

And with that, I will leave you all with one more Castilla player to contemplate.



This is Pedro Mosquero. He is from A Coruña, Spain and is a midfielder. He is 20 years old and I definitely see some potential here, maybe even a slight Iker resemblance? I’ll leave this one up to you ladies to deliberate.
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Thanks a million for that Steph i hope it wasn't too much hard work!
If anyone else has an article they'd like to write for SBAGL then go for it.. it means less work for me!

Mg's Scenario game Results. Part 7

Gina- Masked ball, a passport, Iker

Fumbling around in my handbag as the queue behind me got bigger and bigger, I almost felt like bursting into tears. I was sure I’d packed the damn thing, I’d even checked about fifty times before I’d left my house that morning to make sure I didn’t forget it. I wasn’t going to get far without a passport now, was I? Screaming in frustration as I tipped the entire contents of my bag onto the counter, I looked through the contents only to find that it wasn’t there. I went bright red and shoved the lot back into my bag carelessly, already feeling like I was going to cry and that was before I turned around to apologise to the people behind me for the hold up. An angry looking man dressed in a smart black suit pushed his way past me, muttering something under his breath and suddenly, I felt the hot tears running down my cheeks. I didn’t stop even when someone called out to me and tried to get my attention. I just wanted to curl up in a ball and die of embarrassment.

I was meant to be flying out to Madrid to help my boss organise a masked ball for the Real Madrid squad to celebrate their title win, and now I had a cat’s chance in hell of getting there on time. Making my way back out where it was less crowded, I tried to remember where I could have put that pesky passport. I knew I’d taken it with me, I remembered clutching it in my hand during the drive down to the airport before putting it in my back pocket. My back pocket! I reached into it, pulling out the passport and waving it around like a madwoman. I must have looked insane to anyone passing by at that precise moment, but I didn’t care. I was so happy to have found it; I was beyond caring what I looked like dancing around in the almost deserted terminal. Making my way back to the check in, I groaned as I realised I’d have to queue up all over again. At least I was still going to have a job at the end of this.

The flight was a relatively pleasant one, which was surprising considering the nightmare start I’d had to the day. By that evening, I really didn’t care what the consequences would be, I wanted to get drunk and have a good time. After all the hard work I’d put into organising this ball, I thought it was the least I deserved! Sitting down at the bar, I ordered a drink, looking around the crowded room. It seemed to be a hit with the players, and everyone had stuck to the dress code. I held back a laugh as I spotted Sergio Ramos in the corner wearing a mask that made him look remarkably like Zorro. He was talking to Pavi, so I thought I might as well go over and see what they were up to. Just as I’d got to my feet, I felt a little light headed and swayed to the right, barely managing to hold myself up. I cursed as I looked down at my heels. I hated wearing them because they made my usual clumsiness ten times worse. I looked even less graceful if that was possible. I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist, holding me up, and I tried to turn around to see who had saved me from yet another embarrassment. When they were sure I could balance by myself, they loosened their grip on me, allowing me to turn around. I found myself looking into a pair of twinkling brown eyes, the slight cheeky glint telling me that this person wasn’t as innocent as they looked. Brilliant, neither was I. He leaned in towards me, and for a second, I thought he was going to kiss me. Not that I’d have minded, even with the mask, he looked hot. As my luck would have it, the kiss that I was bracing myself for never came. Instead, he whispered ‘Safest hands in Spain. If you ever need someone to catch you again…’ Well, that was it for me. I wriggled out of his grasp completely, taking his hand in mine and leading him out to the cloakroom, all thoughts of going over to talk to Pavi and Sergio forgotten.

Steph- VV, a police station and a deck of cards.

After admiring Gianina Maradona’s hair, I decided that I would stop by the hair salon and get a new do. I was excited not only for my new hair cut, but also because I would get to sit down and chat with my friend Venice again and she always has interesting tales of watermelon and waterfalls. I walked there in anticipation of what exciting new story I would hear and when I got there I was greeted with a big smile.

Venice had opened the door and I walked in. We exchanged pleasantries and then I sat down in her salon chair. She asked what she could do for me and I explained what I wanted. She started cutting it when out of the corner of my eye I spotted a curious looking man sitting in a sleeping bag playing with a deck of cards. He looked like he had just escaped from the police station and I couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing at Venice’s salon.

He looked up at me through those beautiful browns and I couldn’t help but admire how hot he was, especially for an escaped convict. I started to wonder what sort of crime he had committed that would get him locked up, other than for stealing my heart! I was totally smitten with this man.

I whispered to Venice, asking who this mystery man was and she told me that it was none other than Victor Valdes. I gasped in disbelief, surely Venice must have been mistaken, I mean, Victor was the Barca goalie, with a full head of hair, and I never remembered him wearing orange? That was Ikers’ thing.

Right then Cesc Fabregas walked in to get his arms and legs waxed. He spotted Victor immediately and gave him the evil eye like I have never seen before. Victor glanced back at him, they’re eyes locked on each other as if they were trying to stare each other to the death. It was strangely silent, Venice had even stopped cutting my hair and we all sat in the deafening silence until Victor spat two words in Cesc’s direction, “You Traitor!” he said with a harsh growl. Cesc then started slightly crying in that way that only he can. I had no idea what was going on, but I could only assume that VV was talking about Cesc deciding to leave Barca and heading for England. Apparently I was right because Cesc then muttered something about how he wanted to come back to Spain, but he had met a beautiful English woman who he loved very much. I thought that was very sweet and couldn’t help but break up the moody atmosphere and blurted out how cute that was. He looked at me, and finally stopped crying. He said that it was, but that he loved Spain as well and he wanted to come back, but he couldn’t stand the thought of hurting his beloved Lucy, and that was why he was getting himself waxed, because he thought if he did that, she wouldn’t love him anymore, and she would break up with him and leave him and then, he would be free to return home.

Out of nowhere VV pushed Cesc and told him how dim he is and then posed a rather appropriate question, “Why don’t you just bring her here to Spain with you, instead of waxing yourself like a pansy?”

Cesc was fed up with being pushed around and being called names just because he loved Lucy and cried in a slightly girlish way. He shot back at Victor, “at least I got called to the SNT and am actually a good baller!”

Victor had had enough with the Iker comparisons and all the comments that he was not a good goalie. Cesc had pushed him over the edge and Victor attacked Cesc. Venice and I sat in disbelief while Victor was pounding on him for a few seconds when Lucy, Cesc’s beloved gal walked in and said, in a voice that could only come from a teacher, “Get off My darling Little Tapir, You monster!” VV shot up shocked. Lucy bent over and helped pick Cesc up off of the ground. She shot him a glare and said “You see what is going to happen if you’re gonna go around and get yourself waxed!”

Lucy- Raul, funfair, raspberry yoghurt

'What is it Mamen? You sound so worried!' I rolled my eyes at Cesc. He knew I'd be a while so got out of bed and started to get dressed. I was a little annoyed, we liked to lie in on Sunday mornings.

'He's hiding something from me.. I just know it. He keeps going to the fridge secretively, but when I check, there's no cookies, no baked goods, no nothing, just our usual healthy foods.'

'Do you want me to speak to him?' I asked, half sighing. Cesc kissed my forehead before leaving and I longingly watched him go. That was it, he had training to get to now, I wouldn't see him until the evening. Far too long. Damn you Mamen!

'Well actually, are you free today Luce? I could really do with calling in that favour you owe me.'

I did in fact owe Mamen big time. She managed to get rid of Cesc's previous girlfriend Carla by spreading rumours around the WAG circuit. She was too embarrassed to show her face again, mwahaha, well it's not my fault people actually believed she used to be a man.

'I'm always free for you Mamen,' I replied. 'What is it?'

'Raul is taking Jorge and Hugo to a funfair, the kids have been going on and on all week about it. Would you go with them? I have to stay here and look after the twins.'

I was going to ask why Raul couldn't take them by himself, but I actually love funfairs and Raul and Mamen's kids are such cuties, that I thought it sounded like a great day out!

'Of course!' I exclaimed.

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It was a good thing I did go. Raul was rubbish at controlling 6 year old Hugo, a hyperactive child if ever I saw one! I didn't really think giving him candyfloss and sweets was a good idea, but Raul is such a softie that he couldn't say no to him. I spent most of the day either running after Hugo or holding his hand in a vice like grip so as to not lose him! However, I did notice something a little... odd about Raul. He had brought with him one of those cooler bags and claimed the kids' lunches were inside... but when we stopped to eat, they had hot dogs from a stand. I couldn't watch Raul all the time because of Hugo, but I could have sworn I saw him opening the bag and quickly scoffing something from within. Hmmm.

Jorge was desperate to go on the Big Wheel and had been all day. We said it'd be the last ride we go on before going home, so at 4 o'clock we queued up. Hugo pleaded with his dad to let him and Jorge have their own carriage and where I would have said no, Raul said yes. 6 years old Raul! What if something were to happen? But anyway, the kids took the first carriage and Raul and I got on the second. He was clutching the cooler bag tightly and I just had to ask.

'What the hell have you got in there Raul?'

'What? It's just cool drinks in case the kids get thirsty,' he said, in an attempt at sounding laid back.

'Oh, right,' I said. I waited a couple of seconds. 'You know, I'm kinda thirsty, can I have one?'

'Uhh... erm.. well, there's none left, sorry,' A bead of sweat formed at his brow. He may have even started shaking, but that might have just been the carriage beginning to lurch forward.

'Raul,' I looked at him sternly, and he knew he had to give it up. There was nowhere for him to hide. He held his face in his hands and let the bag slide to the floor. I quickly gathered it up and unzipped it. Inside were ten pots of raspberry yoghurt, eight of them empty, completely licked clean.

'What the...?' I couldn't comprehend it.

'I know! I know!' he moaned. 'I have a problem!'

'Yoghurt? Raul, what is this? I thought you loved the cookies!?'

'I do love the cookies!' he cried. 'David put me onto this new program, he said ice skating only works for the first week and now I need to work on Cookie Replacement - every time I want a cookie, I'm supposed to eat yoghurt. It's a healthier option and will work alongside my daily workout. David said, Lucy.'

I really didn't know what to say.

'I... I just don't know Raul... why couldn't you just tell Mamen about this? Why is it such a big secret?'

'She'd think I was less of a man! Don't you see? When we met, I was El Capitano! I was leading my country out at major tournaments! I was the name on the back of all the Spanish shirts! I was the original hottie! Now...' he sniffed as he opened another pot of yoghurt and licked the lid. 'Now, I'm just Raul... one of many hotties, the poor guy everyone is feeling sorry for. Torres and Villa are the names on the shirts... Iker is leading out my team... how long will Real want me as their captain when he is also playing?'

My heart did go out to him, I have to say.

'Raul, Mamen will always love you, you know that. Now give me that yoghurt...' I reached over and jerked it out of his hand with a little too much force. The yoghurt when flying over the side of the carriage and we watched as it landed on a man's head who was waiting below. Raul and the kids cracked up. I was horrified! I hoped he would have gone by the time the ride was over but as our carriage came down to the bottom and I hid as much as I could, the boys were pointing and laughing.

'Open your eyes!' Raul laughed. I gradually opened my eyes and felt utter relief to see a yoghurt covered Cesc standing with his arms folded and a stupid grin on his face.

Now what are the odds of that??

Gina- New York, raspberry yoghurt and Cesc

I was walking up and down the crowded shopping center, desperately searching for the shop I’d been in earlier. I’d found the nicest pair of shoes EVER and really wanted to buy them, but in typical fashion, I’d spent all the money I had and had left my card at home. After a quick chat with David, he reluctantly handed his card over and followed me in my search of the perfect shoes. He rolled his eyes as I turned around yet again, pacing back down the way we’d just come.
“Gina, I don’t suppose it’s too much to ask that you can make up your mind on which direction we’re walking in? I’m getting dizzy!”
I frowned at him, muttering something under my breath about how men and shopping didn’t go together and why the hell was he even still here if it was that boring. When he threatened to take his card back and leave, I smiled sweetly, apologised and gave him a quick kiss before turning on my heel and walking back up the street. That shop had to be around here somewhere!
I was just about ready to give up when I spotted Lucy and Cesc walking out of a shop that looked strangely familiar. I grabbed David’s hand and walked over, calling out Lucy’s name. I was surprised she heard me over the noise of the crowd, but she stopped and turned around, waving at us as we made our way over to them. I hugged her and was about to do the same with Cesc when I noticed he was covered in yoghurt.
“Cesc, what happened to you?”
Lucy went bright red as Cesc explained the whole story of their day at the funfair, the yoghurt getting thrown off the Big Wheel and landing on him. I held back a giggle as he looked down at his clothes, a pout on his face.
“They were brand new trainers! This is the first time I’ve worn them out and I have to buy some new ones now.”
“Er, I don’t mean to be rude, but shouldn’t you get changed as well? Yoghurt isn’t exactly pleasant smelling after a while.”
I frowned again, smacking David on the arm and shaking my head. Honestly, I needed to do something about his manners. Sometimes, he forgot he had any!
“Don’t listen to him, he’s sulking because I’ve been dragging him around the shops all day and the stupid security won’t let him come in the changing rooms. Something about preventing perverts. As if!”
“I don’t even like raspberry yoghurt! You could at least have thrown another flavour Lucy.”
“That was all Raul had, ok! And I’ve said I’m sorry.”
I looked round at them upon hearing raspberry yoghurt, eyeing Cesc and licking my lips. David noticed pretty quickly and took my hand, pulling me back.
“Don’t even think about licking him.”
“I wasn’t!”
“I know that look. If you so much as poke a finger in that yoghurt, I’m not letting you anywhere near the hip dips!”
I gasped in mock horror, my eyes wide.
“I will buy you some raspberry yoghurt and you can do with it what you please when we get home. Just don’t lick Cesc.”
I nodded, the ideas already forming in my head and stepped back, glancing over at the shop behind us.
“Go and buy your shoes, then we can go home. My feet are killing me! I don’t know how you girls do this all day.”
I smiled and headed into the shop with Lucy, leaving the two boys outside to swap tips on how to deal with girlfriends who have a shopping addiction. Pretty soon, we were back outside, complete with bags in our hands and matching smiles on our faces. We said our goodbyes, heading off in opposite directions as I thought about all the things I could do with raspberry yoghurt later.

Blue- New York, Fairy Floss and Silva

That autumn I had to travel to New York with the Spanish National Team as they are having a friendly game against the American team.
I had actually planned not to take this medical roster as my boy Metze had to go to Sydney – the German team organised a friendly game with the Socceroos.
And I was so excited when Metze told me that his boss had given permission for me to come along – it had been a while since I headed back to Sydney.
But MG - fellow SBAers and massage therapist in Madrid - was not feeling well and I could not refuse when she asked me to take her roster with the SNT.

*

Taking an indefinite break from shopping, I headed to Central Park that day.
The weather was quite warm, and there was some sort of festival happening.
There were lots of people, and I could hear salsa music in the distance.
I felt a bit lonely in the midst of these festivities, and decided to call Metze.
“Hello? Hello? Hey – are you there?” he said – I could hardly hear him – all I could hear was loud traditional German music.
“Chris – hi! Geez – that music is loud – where are you?”
“Hey – I was thinking about you – we’re in this German restaurant near the Harbour Bridge. Lowenbrau – I think. Where are you now?”
“ Ah – that one – just stay away from the drinking competition – their beer glasses are gigantic! I’m in Central Park – there’s a festival going on here.”

Then I heard a girl shouting in German – I only understood a bit of it, “Metze – get off the phone! Let’s go dancing – you promised!”
My brows furrowed – I could hear Metze saying, “Sorry but…”
But then the girl said, “Oh give me that phone – you have been staring at it all night!!” And the phone went silent. I almost screamed in fury – the NERVE on that girl!!!

But before I could hit re-dial, a man snatched my handbag and ran off with it.
In a panic, I tried to chase him but to no avail.
Then I saw another man running after the thief – when he finally caught up with the thief, he grabbed him by the head and head-butted him. What an unorthodox method of fighting, I thought. The thief fell to the ground, got up and ran away - leaving my handbag.

I ran to thank the man, when I realised that it was David Silva.
“Oh – thank you SO much David. I don’t know what would happen if he got away.”
“Don’t sweat it – glad I could help. And… WOW… that feels GREAT!”
I looked at him with a bit of a worry – David is a genuinely nice guy but he is also known for his aggressive outbursts if provoked.

“David, are you OK? Did you hit your head too hard there?”
Suddenly he felt embarrassed – “Oh – I’m OK – ermm … I was uummm…”
“You were happy to finally release your frustration?” I asked.
The coach had just forbidden David from taking a day off to see his girl – Pau – in Mexico. And I knew how disappointed he was.
He looked at me and smiled coyly – he looked so cute with those freckles.
“Don’t worry – I know how you’re feeling – I won’t tell anyone.”

Suddenly my phone rang, it was Metze - but I couldn’t answer it – I didn’t realise that my hand was shaking so hard.
David took my phone and answered it, “Hi – who is this?”
A bit shocked, Metze said, “It’s Chris – who ARE you???? Where’s Blue?”
“Relax – it’s Silva. She’s just here – a bit shaken up – someone tried to snatch her bag. Here …”
“Chris… Hello?“ And the phone went completely silent – I checked my battery and it was full.
Metze’s battery must have been out.

I was perplexed - after an incident like that, hearing Metze’s voice would really be reassuring.
David could see the disappointment on my face, and he dragged me to the nearest lemonade stall.
“Have a sit on the bench, drink this and wait for me here, OK?”
Before I could say anything, he disappeared into the crowd.

When he came back, I saw a huge grin on his face while he was carrying two large pink fairy floss.
“Here – we both could do with some sugar after all that excitement!”
We spent the whole afternoon in Central Park, enjoying the festivities – David also took me salsa dancing in the nearby club. I didn’t know that he was that good of a dancer.

*

They both went back to her hotel room, kissing passionately and desperately trying to undress each other.
She was surprised by his ripping abdominal muscles, which were hidden beneath his slight build.
He placed one hand underneath her dress and lifted her leg, holding her closer to him.
She moaned quietly as they shared another passionate kiss.
He laid her down gently on the bed, and took a piece of fairy floss from her bag and put it in his mouth, before kissing her again.
She could feel the sugary grain of the fairy floss melting on his tongue.

*

Metze woke up in a cold sweat and his heart raced really fast.
He reached to his phone and dialed his girlfriend’s number.
“Come on – answer it!!” He yelled in frustration.
That dream had really troubled him and he had to hear her voice no matter what.

Sleepily, I answered the phone – “Chris? What’s wrong – what time is it? Argh – it’s already 11am.”
I could feel my head thumping – Why? After the festival, I only had three tequilas and maybe two, three fairy flosses? Maybe it was too much sugar and it didn’t agree with tequilas.

Metze felt a slight relief after hearing my voice, but still concerned nonetheless, “Hey – sorry about last night – my battery was dead and I couldn’t get back to the hotel straight away without the team. You don’t need to worry about that girl – she’s nothing… she just kept asking me to dance but nothing happened. Where were you??? I tried to call you all night!!! I was worried sick!”

“Uh – I was in this underground salsa club with David – I was upset and had a couple of drinks – ugh – my head hurts.”
Metze lost his patience and quipped, “You didn’t … did you???”
I ran my fingers on my dress –I was fully clothed – “No, Chris – are you mad??? You know I wouldn’t do that to you.”
“Really? So you really didn’t... because I had this nightmare last night.”
“Chris – for the last time – NO – I did not have sex with David – What? Were you dreaming about David and I…” I was really concerned now.
“Yes – that’s why I had to hear your voice. I… I… I was so worried and I miss you.”
And I heard a long relieved sigh.
“You silly boy – I miss you too… just go back to sleep – it must be past midnight over there. I’ll talk to you later, OK?”
“Yeah – I’ll talk to you tomorrow – get something for your headache. Love you.”
“Love you, “and I switched off the phone.

I glanced across my bed and found David – fully clothed – snoring softly.
We really didn’t do anything – he just carried me back and maybe he was too drunk to get back to his room – but what would Metze says if he sees this????
I curse those tequilas and fairy floss!!!!

VillaBaby- Villa, farm and raspberry yoghurt.

“Great, just great! First thing I’ll do tomorrow is quiting this stupid job!”

I was talking as if someone had been there to listen to me. Going on the farm in the middle of nowhere just to offer a new kind of food for cattle wasn’t actually a perfect way to spend my summer break. But, what could I do? I needed money for a vacation and that was the only job I managed to apply for in a short notice. And there was me, stuck on the unknown road in the car going so slow that I would run faster. According to the map, I should be close, but there was no civilisation nearby.

“Could it get any better?” I thought in irony. “Now I’ve obviously missed some turn and have to go back!”

But before I went back I saw a sign saying “Maravilla Farm” and showing a direction.

“Oh, finally, thank God!”

I made a left turn and after a few minutes I was there. I went out from the car and stood in front of a gate, painted red and yellow. But unfortunately, it seemed like noone was there. Right when I wanted to leave, I saw a man approaching to me and waving.

“Hola bella, come in, porfavor!”

After I came in I noticed there was no trace of a farm I was expecting to find. There was a great house, a villa, actually with a big yard, two swimming pools, a jacuzzi, football field… It was a farm of pleasure. And it was just a beginning. Some of the Spanish ballers were walking around, having fun, enjoying… I had to pinch myself to be sure I’m not dreaming. Yes, it was real! The Ramos, Iker, Silva, Cesc, TOH and the rest were there.

“Who ownes this peace of heaven?” I was wondering while the guy who led me in was escorting me to one of the rooms to freshen up and then come down to join them. Right after he shut the door, I remembered:”It was Pepe Reina.” I took a shower, wrapped a towel around my body and than took a laptop from my bag. I had to inform my dear Kickettes about this place. I wrote them directions on SBA and told them to come a.s.a.p. After that I heard knocking on the door. I thought it was Pepe bringing me clean clothes so I told him to come in.

“I hope I don’t disturb you”, the man said and I noticed it wasn’t Pepe’s voice.

When I looked over my shoulder I think my jaw dropped on the floor. It was him! King of the Sex Face himself. David Villa!

“I thought you would enjoy this”, he said while placing a bowl and two spoons he was carrying on the table. “And allow me to introduce myself. I’m David Villa, the Span…”

“Oh, there’s no need to tell anything more. I’m afraid I know too much about you already. You would be surprised!”

While smiling, he grabbed something from the bowl and gave me to try. Mmmmm, so delicious creamy taste. It could be only one thing.

“Raspberry yoghurt, my favourite”, I said and he just nodded and had a bite himself.

While enjoying the sweet raspberry yoghurt, we were talking and laughing. And then I felt something replacing a cold touch of spoon. Those were his lips, warm and sweet, while placing a kiss on mine. I didn’t have a second thought for a moment. Since I was wearing a towel only, it wasn’t hard for him to undress me. Still fresh, with a few drops of prefume on my body, he layed me on a bed. His lips were all over me and I felt his body on mine moving gently in the rythme of passion. I wanted that night to last forever.

Next morning, when I woke up I realised I was alone in a bed but still with that sweet raspberry yoghurt taste on my lips. And then I heard a noise outside. I moved a curtain and was so happy to see my Kickettes going out of the bus, tempting to find out what’s behind the gate.

“This is going to be very nice weekend”, I thought aloud.

“I agree”, David said while coming closer to the window and placing a kiss on my cheekbone.

Janis- Bowling alley, belt, The Ramos

The funny story about myself and Sergio is we never looked twice at each other when we first met. Sure we were introduced to each other by our mutual friends, and practically a couple of my two best ladies Lucy and Laura, but we didn’t hit it off at first. I personally didn’t think he was extraordinary looking as most people had thought, and he first met me when I was looking more like a boy.

So Laura and I went on one of our delightful shopping escapades at the local mall. Of course, I wanted to wear comfortable clothes like I always do, and since Laura doesn’t judge how I look, I decided not to bring a purse with me and wear a simple jeans and t-shirt compilation with a trucker hat on my head. Laura wore a pair of pretty white jeans with a nice girly top. Lucy was turning a corner and after bumping into us, she formally introduced Sergio to me. Just to be nice, I waved a simple hello and tried to keep my mouth shut in the conversation amongst the group. I am regularly an extroverted person, but I didn’t find that I had anything interesting to say with Sergio around.

Somehow all four of us wound up shopping together when suddenly Laura had her monthly visitor and needed an emergency washroom break. Since I didn’t have any purse whatsoever with me, I felt fairly useless. That left Lucy running in with Laura to the nearest washroom leaving me alone in awkward silence with Sergio waiting outside.

After what seemed like forever, we hear Lucy calling after us, “I think we’ll need to buy Laura an extra pair of trousers!”

Sergio let out a laugh and said, “Why not just use Janis’ pants instead? Maybe it will make her feel useful since she’s sitting out here looking like one of my teammates.”
In that moment, I took offence and glared at him, “Yeah?! Well...you’re not that great looking either! And you’re the boy! I don’t get what the hype is about you anyway, it’s just swooning ramble to me.”
There was a pin drop silence following my quick apology, “I-I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it—“
“No no, it’s okay.”
“No! It’s not okay. I don’t even know you and that was very rude of me, just let me explain—“
“Really it’s okay. Thank you.”
“I just felt like—wait what?!”
“I said thank you. Everywhere I go I hear people swooning over my looks and physical features. If it’s not in person, it’s in the tabloids. When I was a young kid, I was the nerd with braces who got frequent nosebleeds. I don’t see what anyone else sees, so I just wanted to say thank you for being normal around me without focusing in on my profession and taking that into account as if I’m bigheaded.”
“Urm...you’re welcome? And you’re right, I am dressed like a boy but that’s just how I dress sometimes on my lazy days off of work. You can ask Lucy and Laura, I am a very good dresser! I even helped pick Laura’s pants out...although now we know how that turned out.”
Sergio smiled, and suddenly we hear Laura call after us, “Lucy’s right! I can’t leave the washroom and into the mall like this, I need a new pair of trousers!”
Without thinking once more I yelled, “Why not use Sergio’s? We just awkwardly bonded and it will make him feel better to put him to good use.”
Sergio then said, “It would probably put me to good use, because it’s not like we can find a quick pair for her in her size with both of us searching around. Besides, we’re both boyish looking.”
“Urr I was only kidding...you’re not actually going to remove your pants?! HERE?! Don’t make me tease your looks again to try and talk you out of this.”
Sergio didn’t flinch.
“Oh my goodness you’re NOT joking. Well, if she’s going to wear YOUR pants, she might as well wear MY belt to keep them up so I won’t feel useless.”

A moment later Laura came out with Sergio’s pants and my belt around her waist holding them up.
Lucy replied, “I don’t know which is funnier. Laura wearing pieces of both of your clothing or Sergio in his boxer briefs in the middle of the mall.”
I then put my input, “How are we supposed to avoid paparazzi if you’re in your boxer briefs?”
Sergio than replied, “Easy! There’s a bowling alley in the mall just down there. It’s cosmic bowling today so we’ll be in the dark and no one can see us.”
I made a face and replied, “That isn’t a bad idea, but how you keep track of cosmic bowling days is beyond me. Though if we do go, we’ll have to get rid of Laura’s old pants since they’ll have a weird glow.”
“OH SHUT UP!!”

Lucy- VV, chocolate fudge brownies and the police station

Late May 2008

Iker answered the front door and was surprised to see no one there. Frowning, he was about to go back inside when he caught sight of a parcel on the doormat. It was wrapped in brown paper with his name and address clearly printed on the front. He leaned outside and checked the street, but must have missed the delivery man. Of course, he was sent things all the time; fan mail, sponsorship merchandise, care packages from his mama, but this one just had mystery written all over it. Iker couldn't resist.

He took it into the kitchen and ripped the parcel open. It was a white, lidded box and inside were five sizeable and delicious looking chocolate fudge brownies. Iker hadn't had breakfast yet and his tummy rumbled... but he couldn't break the routine - 100 sit ups before breakfast every morning. Iker reluctantly closed the box and went to do his exercises.

Ten minutes and 200 sit ups later (he added an extra 100 to punish himself for even thinking about eating a brownie - he didn't want to go down the same road as Raul) Iker returned to the kitchen, shirtless, for his Weetabix. He was shocked to see his girlfriend Callie bent over double clutching at her stomach, chocolate smeared over her face and one of the brownies squashed on the floor.

'Callie! My love!' he cried and rushed to her. 'What's wrong?!'

'Iker! The.... brownies...' Callie moaned. 'There's something... wrong with them!'

With the Euros only a week away, Iker knew exactly who was behind this little stunt…

***

313 miles away in Barcelona, a sexy looking man paced his living room, waiting for that all important call from Aragones. Surely his time has come... he was sure he'd learnt some cooking skills whilst having 'lessons' from that English girl... enough to put Iker out of action for the next few weeks at least! Whilst he was rubbing his hands together in glee, there was an abrupt knock at his door. Already on his feet, it didn't take him long to get there and was thrown offguard to see two police officers looking sternly at him.

'Mr Valdes?' one asked.

'Yes?' he replied.

'Victor Valdes?'

'Yes, what's wrong?'

'You need to come down the station with us.'

MG's Scenario game results, Part 4.

Pau- Pepe, supermarket, Spanish flag
again..
the night shift.. again...
I see the empty corridors as I realize that I have to prepare for another cold and boring night... damm! I havent even brought a jacket...
Suddenly the Eurocup and its euphoria disappear.. even when the whole supermarket is still decorate with Spanish motives... I take a Spanish flag and I cover my body with it as I sit behind the counter...
1 hour...
2 hours...
not a single costumer...
I realize is useless to stay there more time, plus I have a big test tomorrow.. so I go to the door yawing half sleep...
As I am going to close the cristal door a foot steps to stop me.. a man is smiling at me.. mmm I think I have seen him before...OMG is Pepe Reina.. suddenly I am not longer tired.. perdona, pero ya cerramos (sorry But I am already closed) he seems surprised for an instant.. but inmediatly he changes his expression and smiles to me.. I am shock because he seems to be smiling with his eyes too.. "vamos monada, no podrias darle un momento a un campeón europeo?" (come on cute, cant you give a moment to an european champion?) .. I think yeah whatever... so I let him pass.. he winks an hurries to get whatever he has the urge for.. I aproach to the counter and as I make all the operations I feel his eyes looking in an intense way.. I realize I still have the Spanish flag on me.. I blush...
he goes to the door and I dont know why but I follow him.. he turns and smiles..
I froze.. I feel really tiny next to him.. he approaches and kisses me in the forehead.. Que Viva España..I whisper..
Que Viva he answers...

Redgirl- Xabi, cruise ship, feather boa
I was on a cruise willing to enjoy my well deserved vacations. It was a beautiful sunny day so I decided to go to the deck to breathe some fresh air. All of the sudden, I see a face that looks familiar. "La puta madre!!! (f*cking hell to you =P) That's Xabi" I said. "From all the places on the world, why did I have to see him right here?!". I tried to hide from him, I was still embarrassed about what happened the last time I saw him back there in Liverpool (see 'Crap Story I'). Apparently my plan worked, as I left the place without being seen. So fortunately for me I spent the rest of the day with no worries.
At night (after dinner time) I went outside. It was all very dark, but it didn't matter because I could see this immense sky totally covered with stars. I could hear someone getting close but I didn't pay too much attention. Suddenly, I started to feel a hand touching my shoulder and slowly sliding up to one side of my neck. On the other side I felt a very gentle kiss. Then a strong pair of arms holding me tight and a very recognizible voice whispering “I’ve really missed you all this time”. I slowly turned around and said “Xabi, what the f*ck are you doing?! So you’re taking advantage of this darkness and try to put your hands where you shouldn’t, uh?. He asked me “Are you saying you’re not happy to see me and you didn’t miss me at all?”. So at that poin all I could say was “Look, I should be trying to hang you with my boa right now. Instead, I’ll give you a 2 minutes advantage. Then, I’ll scream and you better run coz the hubby is going to beat the crap out of you!!!”

Gina- Villa, Hotel, Victoria sponge cake

Unlocking the door to the hotel room, I threw the bags down in the corner and flopped down onto the bed. I’d just got back from a busy day in town and my feet were absolutely killing me. I just wanted to lie down and relax, possibly get a foot rub from David. Speaking of which, where was he?? I picked up my phone, flicking through the contacts until I got to his name. Pressing dial, I held the phone to my ear, frowning slightly as it sent me straight to his voicemail. I flicked through the contacts list again, deciding to call one of the other girls to find out what was going on.

“Hello?”
“Hey, I’ve just tried to call David, but his phone keeps going straight to voicemail. Am I missing something here?”
“Well yeah, the boys are playing right now. Semi final…Russia?”
I swore loudly and thanked her, hanging up and scrambling off the bed to switch the telly on.

During all the excitement of shopping, I’d forgotten all about the game that evening, and the TV sprang into life just in time for me to see David hobbling off the pitch with a sad look on his face. My eyes widened in horror as I realised that he wasn’t going to be playing the rest for the game, and quickly set about trying to find out what I’d missed so I could pretend I’d been watching up until that point. I watched the rest of the game, picking up bits of information here and there from the commentators, but I wasn’t really paying much attention. I just heard the words ‘could miss the final’ and my heart sank. He’d worked so hard to get there, if he couldn’t play in the final, he’d be gutted.

It was quite late that night when he finally came back, a desolate look on his face. He took one look at the bags in the corner, raised an eyebrow at me, but said nothing. If I’d been worried about him before, the alarm bells were well and truly off in my head now. He never failed to scold me for spending too much money, because he knew I wasn’t particularly great at controlling myself when it came to shopping. I held my arms out to him and he limped across the room, welcoming the hug.

“I’m sorry you got injured. Did they say anything about whether you’ll make the final?”
“No, but I don’t fancy my chances. It hurts every time I move my leg too much.”
I sighed heavily, taking his hand and pulling him over to the bed. He sat down, burying his head in his hands in an attempt to hide his tears. I kneeled down on the floor in front of him, pulling his hands away, and pushing his chin up, looking into his chocolate brown eyes.
“It’ll be ok, there’s going to be other finals.”
“I know that. I just…I wanted to be out there playing. Stupid rain!”
“Hey, it’s not all bad. You looked pretty hot out there all wet with that shirt clinging to you. I certainly enjoyed the view.”
His lips curled up into a smile as I pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth before standing up and walking over to the pile of bags.
“What are you doing?”
“You’ll see.” He leaned over, trying to see around me as I let out a cry of triumph. I held out a box and he looked at it questioningly.
“Victoria sponge cake? What the hell is that?”
“You’ll like it, I promise.”
“You know I’m not allowed to eat any sweets and stuff while I’m training.”
“Who said anything about eating it?”
He raised his eyebrow at me again as I opened the box, pulling the cake out and prising the two layers apart. Pulling his shirt over his head, I pushed him back onto the bed, straddling him. His shorts were lower than usual and I couldn’t help but trace my eyes over his chest, finally coming to rest on those hip dips. He snapped me out of my daydream by running his fingers down the side of my face and I looked down at him. He was breathing heavily as I leaned down, our lips meeting in a hungry kiss. He protested slightly as I swatted his hands away from my hips. Pulling away again with a smile on my face, I swiped a finger through the cream and smeared it across his hip dip. He looked into my eyes, and was about to ask me what I was doing when I leaned down, tracing my tongue across his body. He gasped, shivering slightly as I moved lower, his hands gripping the sheets so tightly, his knuckles had turned white.

It wasn’t until much later that night when all the cream had disappeared and we were left with two plain halves of sponge cake on the bedside cabinet that he spoke up. My head was rested on his chest, and I was lazily tracing patterns over it as he ran his fingers through my hair, both of us with sated smiles on our faces.
“So, where did you find out about this Victoria sponge cake?”
“We eat it all the time in England. It’s great right?”
“Well, I’m guessing it tastes pretty good, but I like this other use for it better.”
He winked at me and I lifted my head off his chest briefly, receiving another kiss from him.
“Can I try it next time?”

Freya- Nando, the countryside, pair of slippers

OKay...i got Fernando Torres, The Countryside and A PAIR OF SLIPPERS?!
Fernando stood on the veranda of his friend’s Spanish countryside villa. He loved the countryside and he recalled fond memories of playing in the meadows as a child with his brother and sister. Nando was alone on the veranda…all his friends were inside partying to celebrate their victory in the Euros but Nando didn’t feel like partying. He could only think of his true love Freya who was miles away in England and wondered if she was missing him too. He gazed out over the fields taking in the scenery, the sunset, the olive trees, the forest that surrounded the villa. He wished dearly that Freya was there to share such a romantic moment with him.

At that moment, a pair of slippers appeared on the lawn. Nando blinked and looked again. He was positive the slippers weren’t there before yet now they were, plain as day. They started to move despite the fact that no one was wearing them. At first he thought it was Sergio Ramos playing a trick so he pretended to ignore them, however, the slippers movement became erratic and Fernando suddenly realised they were moving to their own accord. Nando started to walk towards them but as he took a step neared, they took a step further away. This carried on for a while with Nando taking a step forward and the slippers moving towards the forest until Nando turned around to see the villa was rather far away. And yet the slippers kept moving…so he followed them. Through the forest he went, jumping over logs and ducking under branches. He crossed a stream that trickled between the hills and still the slippers went on. Nando was beginning to get weary and wondered if he should turn back until at last the slippers stopped. Fernando walked right up to them and picked them up.

They appeared to be ordinary slippers and yet they had somehow guided him to the top of a hill where he could see all around him for miles in every direction. The view was stunning and he could think of only one person he wanted to share it with. A feeling of sadness enveloped him. Suddenly he felt a pair of hands around his waist and a pair of lips caressing the back of his neck. He was scared yet intrigued at the same time. He wanted to turn around to see who it was yet he wished for the sensation to last forever. After a while a voice whispered in his ear, tender words in Spanish and the voice he recognised instantly. It was Freya.

But how was she in Spain? She had had to stay in England after the Euros as her friend was getting married. He turned around and stood face to face with her. Their eyes met and he threw his arms around her. Picking her up and spinning her around, holding her close, he never wanted to let her go. It felt so good to smell the perfume on her neck, run his hands through her soft blonde hair. He felt like time had stopped. After what felt like a lifetime he put her down and kissed her tenderly on the lips but then as soon as she had appeared she had gone. Nando looked around the hilltop but could not find her. He was alone once more. As he ascended the hill and re-entered the forest he couldn’t help but smile. He got back to the villa and stood out on the veranda once more, gazing out at the countryside and wishing for the smell of Freya’s perfume to return.

MXA – The Ramos, plane, chopsticks

I am petrified of flying, the thought make me shiver. But I really must get over to Italy and kick some Juventus butt, so it has to be done. As I line up ready to board my flight, the trolley dolley seems to sense my nerves and offers an upgrade to first class. Thrilled at the idea of anything making my journey a little easier I thank her and am led through the magic curtains and into heaven, or as close to heaven you can get seeing as we’re flying way up in the bloody air!! I accept the offer of a drink and decide getting pissed may be the only way I last flight. After waiting for what seems an age, I ask one of the staff what the hold up seems to be. She says she’ll go ask Tina the pilot when we’ll be leaving. After a few moments she comes back to me blushing a lot and mumbles that take off shouldn’t be too long with a falsely bright smile. Another five minutes pass, when I hear the pilot asking everyone to take their seats and I look towards the door, I notice a certain long haired Spaniard sliding out of pilot’s door. Looking noticeable dishevelled. I nudge the person next to me “oh my god, it’s The Ramos!! Can you believe it?” I’m greeted with a snarl and the request of some headphones. Hmmm, rude. Oh god, he’s heading this way. OK MXA, breathe and act normal, yeeeeah right.

Turns out The Ramos is behind me (now there’s a thought) on the flight. He sits down and orders a dirty martini, as if he’d drink anything else, eh? As we take off I forget who is behind me and start to freak out. Once in the air and after another four vodkas I start to feel a tiny bit calmer.

Tap, tap, tap! Tap, tap, tap!! Oh god, what the hell is that? Tap, tap, tap How annoying, this is first class, surely we should stop that. Oh no, what if the engine is failing!!!! I stand up trying to get the air hostess’ attention when I look behind and see The Ramos playing drums on his seat with some chopsticks. He gives me a smile with a little glint in his eye. Hmm that really is annoying, but I couldn’t ask him to stop, he’s a Euro winner!! Raising an eyebrow I suddenly get a genious idea. Now this could solve my fear of flying and stop the annoying tapping. I’ve heard on the grapevine that The Ramos like’s banana’s so I sit back down and hunt in my handbag for my moisturiser, it’s banana scented luckily. I rub some on my hands and wait a few seconds for the smell to drift about. The tapping starts to slow down a little, I lean back over my chair and gesture for him to move closer, following the smell he leans forward gazing into my eyes. Holy ****, this man is hot!! Claming myself down whisper something into his ear. Before I have time to sit back down, I’m being dragged down the aisle and into the cramped but surprisingly clean toilets, with the moisturiser in one hand and chopsticks in the other, ready to receive some of The Ramos’ loving!!

Maybe flying isn’t so bad after all…

Stephanie – Silva, concert, tennis racket


I had spent a long day over at Gina’s house with her and her new husband David Silva. We had spent hours laughing about how Spain had won Euro, Davids perfect camera looking, Pepes drunkenness, and the ridiculous names they were gonna give to their 5 kids.

Gina decided that she was going to finally go to bed after spending many hours awake. Silva and I sat up discussing various topics and eventually landed on our common love for Enrique Iglesias.

“No way David, you love Enrique Iglesias’s Music too!”

“Of course I do, If my heart could write songs, they would sound like his, besides, all Spaniards love Enrique,” exclaimed Silva.

“Omg, David, I have tickets to his concert tomorrow, I was going to take Raul, but he’s a little busy with Laura, do you want to come?” asked Steph.

“ooh, I don’t know how I’m going to be able to go out without gina there?”

David had brought up a good point, Gina loved David, and I don’t think she would be to happy with us going out together, even if it was just for a night of innocent fun.

David, then devised a brilliant plan, “I know,” he said excitedly, “David Villa is my good friend and he owes me a favor. I will send Gina to visit him in his hotel with some Victoria sponge Cake, that should get her out of the way while we go to the concert.”

This is an excellent plan and so the next day, we did just that. Gina was more than willing and so David and I had the night together. We headed off to the concert.

When we arrived, we got backstage. Silva was impressed and asked me how I had managed the passes. “well, Raul actually kind of used his connections,” I said slyly. David looked at me and just laughed a little. We were standing by the side of the stage giddy with anticipation when Enrique burst on stage and started singing Dimelo.

The concert was going fabulously, and then out of nowhere Anna Kournikova showed up beside us, Tennis racket in tow, just coming from a charity tennis event. Silva and I weren’t very pleased, so we shuffled around a bit. Whilst doing so, Enrique spotted David. He finished his song and then, because he is a major fan of the SNT asked for Silva to come on stage and help him with his next song. Silva being the shy little cutie he is didn’t want to, but he obliged.

Enrique handed Silva a mic and they began singing Bailamos together. I couldn’t help but crack up. It was hilarious so I whipped out my video phone and started recording. After the song was finished Silva scurried off the stage and back to the side. Enrique finished up his set and the concert was over. We chatted with Senor Iglesias for a bit before we headed back to David and Gina’s house.

Laura - Special effort for the Beautific MG. The Ramos, Ghost train and the spanish flag

MG is on the ghost train AGAIN but this time when she gets in the carriage it’s the Ramos that joins her. Oh well she thinks, I was hoping for another ride on.. I mean WITH Minty but The Ramos will have to do.
It’s a slow moving ride but needless to say The Ramos aint a slow moving dude so they’re barely even in the dark before he is whispering sweet flamenco lyrics in her ear and using his fingers for something other than gunning!
Now I know I said this was a slow moving ride but I don’t think it’s supposed to stop.. Uh oh. The Ramos starts freaking out about missing his hair appointment and about how his stupidly small dog will starve to death because he’s stuck in a fairground ride (seriously how much can it eat?). MG sighs and prays to god to save her but even before she finishes she remembers Raul is busy with Laura, darn. ‘Help’ she calls out into the darkness! She hears a whoosh and a moment later is being lifted out of the carriage by strong arms, long fingers are gently holding her steady.
As they fly out into the night sky she takes in the figure of her rescuer, a muscular tanned man dressed in pink and white lycra with a spain flag tied round his neck like a cape. They land and MG looks around at a familiar sight, the City of Manchester stadium, in darkness but still spectacular. ‘Wow she says, thanks so much’. He tells her that its no problem and that he has to go get Sergio or he’ll be hell tomorrow in training. MG pouts, but he assures her he’ll be back later and that his friend will take care of her for now. Following his gaze MG spots the lights on in the tunnel and follows it down to the dressing room. She opens the door and smiles. In the team hot tub with a bottle of baileys and a bag of malteasers is Philippe wearing just a man city shirt and a smile…

Pavi –VV, train, lawn mower

After spending an amazing week in Madrid taking in the sights, enjoying the night life and even going to a Real Madrid match I was ready to go to a different city and explore more Spanish culture. My friend and I decided to take the train to Barcelona to learn more about the Catalan culture.

We started our trip with a bike tour of Barcelona which took us to all the main sights and then to the beach where we had sangria. My friend decided to head back to the hotel to take a nap so I decided to head to one of the parks to relax for a bit. As I was sitting on a bench people watching, a very attractive man walked up and sat next to me. At first I felt a bit awkward and tried not to pay attention to him by watching a gardener who was pushing a lawn mower across the park. All of a sudden the man next to me asked me in Spanish if I liked football while pointing at a Liverpool sticker on my bag. I said that I did and we started talking about football and our favorite teams and he told me he had supported F.C. Barcelona his whole life. After we had talked for a while he invited me to go to a café with him and we spent the entire day together. At the end of the night he dropped me off at my hotel and we ended up sharing a very passionate kiss.

The next day as I was walking around the city with my friend I saw a billboard featuring players for F.C. Barcelona and right there in the middle was my mystery guy, Victor Valdes.

MG- Minty, his parent’s house and a thermometer.

‘So tell me again what I do with it’ the Ramos asked staring at the object in his hand as if it might jump up and bite him at any moment.
‘You put it in your mouth sweetie and it tells me whether or not you have a fever’ I answered patiently, smiling at his endearing ignorance.
‘Oh ok!’ he shrugged and popping it in sat down on a nearby bench. Laughing to myself I turned the thermometer the right way round and returned to my other patients. The waiting area was full and not for the first time I questioned my decision to become the Real Madrid squad nurse.

The day flew by in a haze of jock strap chaffings and infected tattoos and I was preparing to leave for the day when there was a knock at the surgery door.
‘Come in’ I called wearily and looked up to see Miguel Torres entering. ‘What can I do for you?’
‘Its my groin’ he answered in a deep voice ‘I think ive pulled something!!’
‘Well’ I replied ‘you really need the physio for that, im only a nurse’
‘I know’ he pleaded ‘but its really painful and Nando told me you’re a bit of an expert on groins, will you at least take a look?’
‘I suppose so’ I sighed ‘slip off your shorts and get onto my bed’

I washed my hands and walked behind the screen to where he was laid, then quickly turned and walked out again.
‘Im sorry Mr Torres’ I said breathlessly ‘when I told you to remove your shorts I assumed you would be wearing something underneath them!!! - could you cover yourself with a towel please?’

Once satisfied he’d done so I returned and began to run my hand gently up his groin feeling for any swelling. When I reached a certain spot I heard him groan,
‘Is that the problem area?’ I asked and he nodded.
‘Yes I can definitely feel it throbbing’ I told him ‘ but I should be able to relieve it a little with my special massage - if you lie still I’ll just get my oils’
Several hours later having dropped Miguel Torres off at his mum and dads house with the recommendation that he return for more treatment on his ‘injury’ the following day I pulled onto the drive and was thrilled to see my hubby’s car there. Entering the house I wandered into the lounge calling his name but it was empty. I was just about to head upstairs when I felt his unmistakably long fingers on my shoulders and I reached up to stroke his wrinkled brow as he pulled me into his embrace.
Many hours later I awoke with a jolt! ‘Oh my God!’ I shouted, ‘Ive left the Ramos sitting in the surgery since this morning with a thermometer in his mouth!!! I’ll have to go and attend to him’
‘Later’ a husky Swiss voice whispered in my ear, ‘I need the attentions of Nurse Senderos for a little while longer yet!!’


Lucy - Cesc, Disneyland, toothpaste

I arrived with all my SBA girls ready for an uber fun day at one of the greatest places ever - Disneyland Paris. I had about €200 to spend on as much tack as possible and couldn't wait to get started. We hit all the gift shops and I bought anything that may have a vague use back home, from Buzz's Banana Body Butter to Minnie Mouse's strawberry toothpaste. All in all it was an eventful day; we had to physically remove Freya from Sleeping Beauty's castle after she dressed up and started twirling around to 'Once Upon A Dream', MG pulled Aladdin's trousers down and got us ejected from the Magic Lamp, Pavi and RG made us queue for two hours just to ride Space Mountain, whilst Laura, Steph, MXA and Gina chatted up hotties who didn't speak English by gesturing to them with mini sponge cakes. Everything was going ridiculously well for the SBAers on Tour!

As evening drew nearer, we heard about a restaurant in the Village that had Disney characters available for photo ops, so we made our way over there. It was extremely busy, so Venice batted her eyelids and flirted her way through for us. Hurrah! I could see Winnie The Pooh, Mickey, and Remy the rat from Ratatouille! I was as hyper as a drunk Pepe! Everyone else rolled their eyes and started to order food whilst I ran and hugged Donald Duck, doing my ace impression of him. Eventually I joined the others at our table and tried to calm down.

A few minutes later, I felt someone tapping my shoulder. I spun round and came face to face with Pluto! He nudged me with his big nose like a real dog. Aw Pluto! I stood up and posed with him in front of one of those photo boards whilst Laura took a picture. You can imagine my shock when, just after the flash went off, Pluto grabbed my arse! What's this? A cheeky Disney employee? I frowned at him and made to go back to my table but then he pulled at my shoulder. I quickly put my own arm out to stop him and accidentally knocked off the paw of his costume. Some of his forearm was exposed and it was seductively hairy. My heart started racing again and I tried to look through the gap to see who was really inside but it was too dark. Then he whispered something that sounded erotic... in Spanish... and I was suddenly all ears. He took me by the hand and led me through the kitchen. The kitchen staff saw us and started shouting threateningly to get out, so we ran and in his haste, my mystery man brushed his exposed hand on a hot counter. Ouch! He was cursing in Spanish but continued to rush me round the back of the restaurant where it was surprisingly secluded. It was getting dark pretty quickly, but there was enough light left for me to recognise the sexy Cesc Fabregas as I pulled off Pluto's head. Without saying anything, I gently took his hand and inspected the burn, which was mild really. I found my Minnie Mouse toothpaste and rubbed a little on his wrist to try and cool it down. Rubbing the hairy hand region was simply too much for me (and him) and before I could think to ask why he's working at Disneyland, that hot little Spaniard and I were doing unspeakables up against the wall. The Pluto costume was a bit of a bugger to remove, but we managed... did you know they only wear pants underneath those things? :D

Ali- The Ramos, Train, Tennis Racket

I am enjoying a delicious meal of fish tacos and cold San Miguel at a cafe in Sevilla when I look towards the window to see a strong, tan young man in a white suit and designer sunglasses who seems to be staring in at me. He begans to gesture wildly, pointing his fingers and mouthing "pow! pow!" Shocked and confused I look around quickly. Is he saying someone has a gun and is about to shoot? But no, everyone else is calmly enjoying their afternoon meal.
I look back and he has removed his sunglasses and is now winking. What is going on? Intrigued, I watch as he begans to flex his muscles. Perhaps this is some strange Andalusian mating ritual that I am unaware of. I quickly gather my things and head outside as I am in a bit of a drought and this is not an opportunity I can afford to pass up.
Just as I approach, however, he swings his head about hitting me in the face with his long, silky tresses, and begins to walk away. As I get a whiff of a smell I can describe only as eau de sex, I know I must follow. He walks so quickly and manly that I must run to keep up, and soon we are entering a train station.
I lose him for a second and when I find him he is again doing the gun hand signals, but now towards another young man wearing a sweatband, tank top, and carrying a tennis racket. Two on One I think? i've only done that once before but it went quite well from what I can recall. I run towards them in glee, but as I am preparing to launch myself into their arms the man with the tennis racket looks at me and while grunting loudly swings the racket into my face.
As I fall into oblivion I feel a strong arm catch me and swing me over his shoulder. I wake up on a fast moving train and stare straight up at a sensuous pair of lips. "They call me El Ramos," the lips say. I look up higher and meet the eyes of the man I had been following. "I have to apologize for my friend Rafa. He is young and beautiful as well but does not yet know the ways of women. The men of the Ramos family, however, come into the world with this knowledge and we practice often to perfect our techniques."
As my eye is swelling and I am a bit pale from that brutal tennis racket
blow I am surprised he is interested in me, but he says "You are a woman, are you not? That is all that matters to me."
He takes me up to his penthouse suite decorated with shag carpet, leather furniture, and black/white photos of himself in various poses and turns on some flamenco music. As the sun begins to set we began to "flamenco" over and over and over and then one more time.

MG's Scenario game results Part 3 (Lucy's bday edition)

Again i couldn't remember them all so made a few guesses, correct me at will..

All set at Lucy’s fabulous bday bash in a posh venue somewhere in SBAland-

Gina (About VG) Luis Garcia, Handcuffs

Ok, there are a few extra characters in there, but they were kind of necessary to make the story flow :)

VG walks into the party a little late to find it’s already in full swing and there’s chaos ensuing on the dance floor. There’s a whole load of ballers dancing away, seemingly oblivious to anything or anyone around them. As she was about to make her way downstairs to join everyone else, she heard a quiet sob coming from the right. Shocked, she looked down to find none other than Luis Garcia cuffed to the banister, a sad look on his face.
“Are you ok there?” She asked, and the little Spaniard looked up at her, his eyes glistening.
“No…I came up…here for a few minutes.” He was choking back sobs between words and she sat down next to him, being careful not to crumple her dress and giving him a sympathetic pat on the back. “And I bumped into Gina…with the two Davids. There was a bit of…confusion, and next thing I know, I’m sat here…cuffed to these stairs and…they’ve left me.”
“I’ll be back in a second, I’m just going to see if I can find anyone to help.”
She left him sat on the stairs alone, quickly tracking down Gina who was in a bit of a panic.
“VG, have you seen my handcuffs? Villa’s been playing up and I could have sworn I had them earlier…”
“Yep, poor Luis is cuffed to the banister upstairs. Do you have the keys?”
Gina handed them over and VG ran back up the stairs to uncuff Luis, who was currently inconsolable. She quickly uncuffed him, and he rubbed his wrist gingerly, checking for any damage.
“Thank you so much.” He said. “I was worried I’d be up here all evening, everyone else seems to be having so much fun. How can I repay you?”
She thought carefully for a few moments before placing a kiss on the shocked Spaniards’ lips.
“Well, I have a date to the party already, I believe you know him quite well. I was wondering how you’d feel about making a return to Liverpool.”
He smiled, giving her a sly wink before replying. “I shall talk to my agent, but you know these things are complicated, no?”
“Try your best and I’ll make it worth your while.”



MXA (About Pavi) Niko, Pan scrub

Niko had been sent to the bar again by Venice demanding another line of shots!! He being the dutiful date didn't dare disagree with her. On his way, he cuaght a tumbling MXA, who had been spinning around the dance floor in a drunken state. As they collided she spilt her cocktail all down his shirt and trousers. Sighing at the stupid womans mistake, Niko headed to the kitchen area to clean himself up. Looking around for something to wipe away the bright blue mess, he spots a pan scrub and decides to give it a go. The kitchen looked empty so Niko removed his clothes to really get scrubbing at the stain, all of a sudden he hear's a crash in the store room. Leaving his clothes on the side and walking over in his tiny dark blue pants to check out the noise, he is greeted by a very drunk Pavi sat in a corner of the room, clutching a bottle of champers and just wearing The Ramos' shirt. Pavi: "Well hellooo there." Niko: "Oh gosh, sorry, I didn't know anyone was in here. Where's Sergio?" Pavi: "I'm not sure, he went to get some whipped cream, but I think he got dragged to the pool by Nando." Trying not to stare at Pavi's bare legs Niko wonder's what to do next in this situation. Pavi: "Why are you only wearing pants?" Feeling very self consious and wondering what Venice would say if she was to walk in on them now, Niko starts to rush out an explanation and beg Pavi not to tell anyone what she'd seen, getting all in a panic he starts to cry a little. Pavi starts to feel sorry for the poor guy and offers him a sympathetic hug, as she embrasses Niko into a bear hug, The Ramos enters the room again carrying whipped cream in one hand and a camera in the other. He see's Niko and an almost naked Pavi cuddling up and goes off in a jealous rage. As he's storming out of the kitchen he spots MXA walking into the ladies bathroom. Seeking revenge on Pavi he follows her in and puts the whip cream and camera to very good use........ Pavi (About Sarah) Nando, Teacher’s cane
Sarah and Cesc were dancing the night away and having a great time and Cesc decided to go to the bar to get a drink. Sarah said she needed to use the toilets so she left him at the bar. Without paying much attention she accidentally walked into the men’s toilet. She ran into Nando and felt embarrassed at her mistake. She turned to leave the bathroom but he stopped her with a hand on the door. When she turned around to tell him she had to get back to Cesc he kissed her. She was surprised but didn’t mind the kiss so she started kissing him back. He pulled away and said she should be punished for walking into the men’s toilet. She couldn’t believe what he was saying since she had always pictured Nando as a very shy and quite guy. He then told her to turn and face the mirror and she saw in the reflection that he was holding a teacher’s cane. Before she could say anything he started to use the cane on her bum and all she could was moan. All of a sudden Pavi walked into the toilets and upon seeing Nando and Sarah started to apologize. The Ramos walked up behind Pavi and saw Nando and Sarah together as well. Sarah quickly left the bathroom to get back to Cesc. As she was talking to Cesc she saw Nando walk by and he winked at her.


Lucy (About MG) The Ramos, A tub of banana body butter

So it's present opening time at my party and the cute Spanish waiters have clubbed together to buy me a special present since I invented them and everything. Rodrigo, the most handsome who looks a lot like Cesc Fabregas, presents me with a basket of luxury bath pampering lotions and creams. At first I'm thinking 'Really? Bath stuff? I get enough of this from kids at school' but when I see the glint in Rodrigo's eye, I see the real purpose of the gift and readily accept it. After opening all the prezzies, I leave them in the cloakroom before Rodrigo and I try and find somewhere to be alone whilst Nando is off having his half hour private time with Pavi. Meanwhile, The Ramos is looking for his wallet and important 'supplies' that lie within. He thinks he left it in his jacket. Off he wanders into the cloakroom and being quite large and strong, manages to knock over a lot of presents. He tries to pick everything up and notices a tub of banana body butter. 'Que?' he thinks. The Ramos likes bananas. He opens the tub with interest and eats some. At that moment, MG slips into the cloakroom, having seen him enter only a few minutes previously and horny for some Ramos love. She sees him tasting the body butter and exclaims that he is wasting the stuff and proceeds to demonstrate how it should be used by ripping open his shirt and applying it with expertise to his fine abs...

Aoife (About Laura) Dagger, A pair of armani boxer shorts

Laura stumbled into the men’s room by mistake. The karaoke had kicked off in the party and Aragones had started belting out the lyrics to Madonna’s “Like a Virgin”.

Standing there, clad only in a pair of Armani boxer shorts, was Daniel Agger. Laura looked at him confusedly, "What are you doing here? This is a party for the Spanish football team. You're Danish, Danny."

Danny looked embarrassed and shuffled, his hands covering his modesty. Laura couldn't take her eyes off his strong arms, covered in tattoos and slightly tanned.

"yes, but I heard from Nando and Pepe that it was a great party and that a cute chica from Merseyside was going to be at it. They said I should come since I’m over here for the match tomorrow. But the security guy wouldn't let me in since I'm not Spanish,” he took a deep breath, “So I went around the side of the building and climbed all the way up the trellis. I squeezed in here through this window -" He indicated a small window up above the row of sinks, from which was hanging a pair of black dress pants and a white shirt. "It was too small and my suit got caught on the hooks when I was climbing in. I lost my footing, slipped, fell and ripped my entire suit."

Laura looked at Danny, her mind working overtime.

"Well Danny, we can't have you standing in here in your skivvies. Come with me and I'll find you something to wear."

They slipped into the anteroom, which was full of comfy couches and had a spare suit hanging on the wall. It was The Ramos's spare. “He likes to mix it up halfway through the evening but he's had far too many shots with Iker to even remember it's here”, Laura explained.

"But Laura, I'm not ready to go to the party yet."

And with that, Danny slipped off those Armani boxers and looked up at Laura, a smirk on his freckled face.

"And I seem to have lost my underwear now too....could you come over here and help me please?"

...............

It was two hours before Laura returned to the party, a little flushed and a lot happier. Danny worked The Ramos's spare suit and kept thinking of the repeat performance he'd be giving Laura later that night in his hotel room.


MG (About Lucy) Stevie G, A bottle of whiskey?
Damn these shoes Lucy thought hobbling outside for a seat on the patio. Slipping them off she sighed at the relief. 'Are you ok?' a voice in the dark asked making her jump. 'Who's there?' Lucy shouted then smiled as Stevie, his forehead wrinkled in concern stepped out of the shadows. 'Its just my feet' she replied 'they're killing me!' 'May I?' he said kneeling in front of her and taking one in his hand. 'Sure' she sighed as he began to massage gently. 'Wow that feels really good!' Lucy whispered 'where did you learn such skills?' 'Oh my ex wife used to wear stupid hooker shoes all the time' Stevie shook his head, 'and she made me massage her bunions when she came home!' 'I have another little trick which might help actually' he grinned blushing slightly. 'Oh yes! you go for your life' Lucy croaked horsely as the sensation in her foot intensified. Reaching behind him Stevie picked up a bottle of whisky and taking a large mouthful lifted an astonished Lucys foot and put the toes into his mouth allowing the cold liquid to run between them numbing the pain and sending tingles up her legs! 'OMG' she groaned 'who taught you to do that?' 'Oh it was my friend Nando' Stevie replied 'actually hes far better at it than I am why don't you come home with me and I'll get him to show you!' Lucy was on her feet in an instant and heading off to get her coat. 'BTW she asked Stevie as they drove to his flat you never said who taught Nando the foot trick?' 'Im not sure' Stevie replied shrugging his shoulders 'I think it was some girl he met in a stationary cupboard once!!'

Beth (About Aoife) VV, A ruler
Once upon a time (i was stuck for an opening) at a stunning house/building a birthday party was being held for a girl called Lucy. She had invited all of her kickette friends and their other halves, although unfortunately one or two were absent so there were some spare ballers roaming around. One of these was a goalie by the name of VV, he was infamous for getting into fights about his position in (or rather out of)the SNT, therfore when he was released by his partner to attend this evenings prestigious bash, he felt slightly out of place and awkward. By the time the clock struck midnight (sorry for all of these fairy tale references my imagination is obviously packing up on me!)he was sitting at the bar downing shots, feeling quite sorry for himself as he was on his own whilst everyone was dancing to beyonce, or dirty dancing, or something similar. At this time, one of lucy's friends turned up late as she had had a prior commitment at a gig. Running in slightly flustered she grabbed a stool and ordered a number of shots, to make up for lost time, not realising that only VV was at the bar. Aoife didn't immediately recognise him, but definitely knew that he was hot. In the mad rush that there was to get to the party Aoife had put her jewellery on in the car, but whilst sitting at the bar she realised that she was missing an earring. She started emptying her bag over the bar surface looking for the earring. Because she was in such a rush to get there Aoife hadn't got around to clearing out her bag and so had alot of random items in there. Most of which, in her haste, she had managed to send flying. Eventually Aoife found the earring, put it in and set about clearing up the bar. As she was closing her handbag, a hand pushed a ruler along the bar towards her. Looking at the ruler Aoife realised it must have been something that she dropped out of her handbag. Trailing her eyes up the arm attached to the ruler, her eyes met those of one VV. Seeing the mischief in those eyes, a thought popped into Aoifes head. She grabbed VV's hand, the one without the ruler, downed her last shot, and with boyzone playing in the background she dragged him off to the cloakroom imagining the fun she could have with that ruler, and hoping no one would notice.


Laura (About MXA) David Silva, Cream cakes
Before they left the house MXA and Xabi had decided not too get too drunk because they wanted to be wide awake when they got home. But after drinking only a few sugary cocktails all night she was starting to get the shakes (ha what a lush) so on the pretence of getting some food from the buffet MXA sneaked off into the gardens with her hip flask and so she didn’t feel too guilty she grabbed some cream cakes on her way out. Once outside she found a nice secluded spot away from the debauchery in the pool. After a few minutes she hears a rustling and goes to investigate. She pushes her way through some shrubs only to find David Silva tied to a tree. ‘What the hell?’ says MXA shocked at the sight of him. ‘Thank god MXA, Gina tied me to this tree and I think she’s ran off with Villa and forgotten about me. I am starving!’ MXA shakes her head and walking over to him, shoves a rather large cream cake in his mouth. Some cream drops off and slides down his chest and MXA’s (very rarely dirty) mind goes into overdrive. She hurries back to the party quickly leaving poor David stranded and unable to shout for help with the cake in his tiny mouth. Grabbing Xabi away from the bar she tells him its time to go. Now where will I find some whipped cream and rope at this time of night she wonders.


VG (About Beth) Minty, A pink thong
Beth and I are chatting with a cute waiter, when all of a sudden we hear a loud thump coming from the pool area. We seem to be the only ones who heard it so we run to investigate. The pool area is dark and silent. I am about to turn the lights on when all of a sudden we hear a female voice screaming: These? You want me to put up with these? Which was quickly followed by a loud splash and sound of heels leaving the area. After the first shock (seeing it was Minty), we finally manage to get him out of the water. His hand is strangely formed into a fist and it's visible he's holding to something tightly. Bring some water, Beth says to me. Don't you think he had enough of it already, I reply. Water she says and her eyes convince me it's better to obey her. Beth in the mean time takes a box of tissues out of her Gucci bag and gently starts caressing his cheecks. He slowly opens his eyes and looks at her: why are you doing this? I thought you needed some help she replies while taking another tissue. They sit in silence for a moment. What are those, Beth asks pointing to a wet, creased peace of cloth lying close to them. Where did you get this, he asks panically looking at his now empty hand visibly blushing. She smiles and carreses his cheek again, this time without the tissue: Girlfriend didn't like them? She leans to give him a kiss.. No, they're mine actually he says with cheeks burning furiously. You mean, this am, well those errr these PINK thongs are actually yours!!??!!


Steph (About Venice) Xabi, A wooden spoon

Xabi has a type tonight and that type is Redheads Xabi came to Lucy’s party looking quite exquisite. He was on the arm of the gorgeous MXA who he loved very dearly. Well while at the party, Xabi decided to cut loose a little. He began drinking some and eventually got a little wild by removing his jacket, taking his tie off and rolling up his sleeves. He was having a killer time talking it up with Nando and even participating in the Macarena. After dancing he decided he was hungry and headed off to the buffet where he spotted another gorgeous redhead with a wooden spoon. He walks over to find out who it is, but she then soon disappears into the vast crowd of dancing Spaniards. He tries to make her out by following the red hair, but there being so many redheaded kickettes, he soon gives up. Xabi, being a little disappointed at not meeting her heads back to spend some time with MXA. He begins chatting it up with TOH, and even though he is happy to be reunited with the SNT captain again, he still feels that pit in his stomach that is longing for his new red headed Lolita. He sees his EPL rival Cesc from across the room with a redhead and gets his hopes up, he sneaks away from MXA hoping that it is the one he longs for, but when he gets there, she is a beautiful red head in a silky green dress, but alas, it is not the one of whom he seeks. Being disappointed and feeling bad for lusting after another woman with MXA there, Xabi decides to call it a night and heads back to the cloak room to grab his jacket. He puts his coat back on proper and heads out with his head down. He goes back to the dining room to see if he can spot his new crush, but again is disappointed. He is finally convinced that she just doesn’t exist and heads for the door. He is just about ready to get into his car (which is spotless clean for some reason??? ;)) when he hears a voice calling after him. He turns around and sees the gorgeous girl who had the wooden spoon and can’t help but smile. She runs up to him and hands him his tie. “here Xabi, don’t forget this.” She says Xabi is totally enamored and just stares at her, his eyes as wide as his mouth. The girl not knowing what was wrong with him, then goes to put the tie around his neck and as she reaches around, Xabi pulls her in and kisses her. It was the best kiss of Xabis life, but the girl seems a little uncomfortable and pulls herself away. “what are you doing?” she asks Xabi, never experiencing rejection before manages to stumble out “I saw you with the wooden spoon and just thought you were gorgeous. I, I , I just couldn’t help myself.” The girl looks at him with a piteous smile and responds, “well I’m here with Niko, and I don’t think he would be very happy if he caught me kissing some other guy, I’m sorry , but I have to go back inside.” The girl then turns away and as she starts walking Xabi stops her “Can I at least know your name?” “Venice” says the girl and then proceeds to walk back inside

Sarah (About Gina) Cesc, Sleeping bag

It was quite late, but the party was still in full swing. Sarah had abandoned Cesc on the dance floor in favor of the free whiskey shots at the bar, and he was trying desperately not to be too heartbroken. [Author’s note: Impossible, I know! I’m so irresistible…just ask Nando. ] But he was doing a pretty good job of distracting himself by dancing crazily with Lucy to the weird catchy foreign song. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he sees Gina stumble to the stairwell and start to climb the twisting steps. She looks a bit inebriated by this point in the night, and being the nice guy he is, he starts to worry that she might fall and hurt herself. He rushes to the bottom of the stairs, but before he could start to climb, he sees her shooting back down, sliding on a sleeping bag that she found in the cloakroom! (I guess someone had brought it to the party hoping to get lucky with their date—or someone else’s—by the end of the night.) She knocks him over, and in the ensuing tangle finds herself lying on top of him, with the sleeping bag under them both. She stares deep into his eyes, then gives him a little wink and whispers,“Why don’t we see if we can find a better use for this sleeping bag?”Cesc cracks a smile, and being the gentleman that he is, helps her to her feet. However, as soon as they’re both up, he snatches the sleeping bag from the ground and dashes up the stairs, yelling “My turn, my turn!” Gina rolls her eyes, and walks away, trying to remember where she tied up David Silva.


Venice (About Steph) Villa, A feather duster

Even though his friends tried to pay attention to him as much as possible, David Villa couldn't help but feel left out a little after seeing his teammates and their dates getting jiggy with it on the dancefloor, drinking and having fun. He cursed the damn muscle injury under his breath. Even though he could move, it still hurt him and as the doctors said there was a slim chance of him making an appearance in the final match vs Germany, he didn't want to do anything to strain that muscle even more.So there he was, on the sofa in the gallery, watching his friends having the time of their lives, clutching his drink and feeling lonely. He's had a few too many already and was getting sleepy. His head was heavy and he leaned back, closing his eyes.He thought he was dreaming when he felt soft fabric covering his eyelids, wraping around his head. He tried to open his eyes, but couldn't see anything really. "What's going on?" he wondered and tried to complain, but curiosity kicked in and he decided to wait and see what will happen. He felt a light touch sliding across the back of his neck behind his ears, brushing against his shoulders. It was light enough not to irritate or tickle him, but still enough to give him goosebumps."Who's that?" he asked, letting out a small gasp before that.No reply. He leaned back more, hoping that the gentle caress wouldn't stop. He shuddered but not in a bad way when he felt a small hand unbuttoning his shirt. He gave in without resistance. "Who are you?" he asked again with a smile on his lips."You can call me Ms TOH." he heard a female voice whispering. "OOh this is exciting", he thought. He felt the same delicate touch all down his chest and stomach. He was shivering now, felt hot and cold at the same time. He sensed some movement south of the bellybutton. His hot Spanish blood begin to boil and he couldn't take this any more. He tried to grab the hand that was teasing him, but he got hold of something thin and furry. Not knowing what was going on, Villa stripped his blindfold and to his surprise found out he was holding a feather duster. He turned around swiftly but all he saw was a female figure vanishing into the dark. He got up and tried to follow her, but he couldn't see past the crowd. Feeling bittersweet, he sat back on the couch and skimmed his eyes through the crowd of his friends and their dates. He caught the intense look of a girl next to the god himself. When she caught his eyes, she raised an eyebrow, smiled and turned back to Raul. David Villa smiled and poured himself another drink.

Pavi (About Sarah) Nando, teacher's cane.

Sarah and Cesc were dancing the night away and having a great time and Cesc decided to go to the bar to get a drink. Sarah said she needed to use the toilets so she left him at the bar. Without paying much attention she accidentally walked into the men’s toilet. She ran into Nando and felt embarrassed at her mistake. She turned to leave the bathroom but he stopped her with a hand on the door. When she turned around to tell him she had to get back to Cesc he kissed her. She was surprised but didn’t mind the kiss so she started kissing him back. He pulled away and said she should be punished for walking into the men’s toilet. She couldn’t believe what he was saying since she had always pictured Nando as a very shy and quite guy. He then told her to turn and face the mirror and she saw in the reflection that he was holding a teacher’s cane. Before she could say anything he started to use the cane on her bum and all she could was moan.

All of a sudden Pavi walked into the toilets and upon seeing Nando and Sarah started to apologize. The Ramos walked up behind Pavi and saw Nando and Sarah together as well. Sarah quickly left the bathroom to get back to Cesc. As she was talking to Cesc she saw Nando walk by and he winked at her.

MG's Scenario game results Part 2

Right guys i wasn't here for this one so you'll have to help me out with the scenario, person, object.. I've taken a few guesses

Mg Stationary Cupboard, Nando, Stethoscope
Ok girls this is possibly my only encounter with Nando so ive made the most of it and added a little romance! Rushing into the stationary cupboard I grab some prescription pads and turn to leave just as the door slams behind me! Damn I think but someone will be along to let me out shortly! As if on cue the door opens again and I make out the tall figure of a man in the half light 'Mind the door' I shout and rush to grab it but we both miss and I find myself trapped in a 6ft square room, in the dark with a stranger. Having intoduced himself as the locum, Dr Torres comments on how hot the cupboard is - do you mind if I take my clothes off he asks? 'Not at all' I reply 'its dark and I can't see!' Theres a rustle and the sound of a zipper being lowered before silence returns and I know hes down to his boxers. Strangely this excites me and I move slightly closer til our legs are touching. Wow they feel good, all smooth and muscley. Curiousity gets the better of me and I reach out to touch it. He moans which is too much to bear and before I know it we're kissing like hes trying to breath new life into me! My clothes are gone and in seconds im laid on a pile of incontinance pads being banged til I can see stars! Suddenly I feel a strange coldness!! 'Dr Torres' I reprimand him 'has no one ever told you to warm your stethoscope before you put it there!!!!' Several hours later the cleaner opens the door to find us in a sweaty, exhausted pile on the floor. As my eyes become accustemed to the light I look across at Dr Torres and with a sharp intake of breath squeck: 'You never said you had freckles!!!' 'No' he replied looking at my inner thigh 'and you never said you were a Manc!!!!'

Lucy Cave, VV, Sleeping bag
One summer the SBAers all decide (for some reason) to go camping in France. MG is busy helping people with their tents and getting some baked beans going on the campfire (getting all Beaver leader on us), Laura has got the marshmallows out and is looking around for Cesc Fabregas and a six inch heel, whilst others sit around wondering why we're in France and not Spain. I am tired and head for an early night, in my own luxury tent wrapped up in the most comfortable sleeping bag ever. Suffice to say the great outdoors and I do not get along. As the night draws on, the chatter lessens and by 2 o'clock in the morning, everyone's asleep. The next thing I know, I am woken up by buzzing inside my tent. Scared of wasps and anything that buzzes, and still in my sleeping bag, I jump out of the tent and hop about, trying not to wake the others. The buzzy thing flies straight at me and I hop/run away in the opposite direction like a mad person. I end up lost on a calm beach (yes our campsite is next to a beach). It's early morning, no one is around, and I'm scared and crying. I call for MG and the others but there's no reply. I wander aimlessly along the beach before finding a cave to sleep in for the night. Still in the sleeping bag. I am vaguely aware of being moved. I am suddenly wide awake and just about to let out a scream when I realise I'm being carried by Victor Valdes! What on earth is he doing in a cave in France? I ask him, and he says that in his spare time, which he has plenty of these days since he wasn't even included in the national team, and he's not even sure if he should stay at Barcelona because of everyone else wanting to leave, and he's not sure whether he should continue to shave his head or grow it back and I say grow it back etc, he likes to stay in a beach hut on the French coast so he can paint landscapes and write stories (lol). He says he heard someone crying in the night and has been out looking for hours. To cut it short, we do fall in love. We all know what being a hero does for your sex appeal!

Gina Field of poppies, Villa, Handcuffs
Right, here goes mine:Ok, so I’m walking through a field of poppies with Villa, and it’s all going quite well. We’re laughing and joking and just generally having a lot of fun, until my hay fever starts flaring up. My eyes are itching like mad and I’m sneezing all over the place and all dear David can do is laugh. After a while, I can’t take anymore so we stop under a tree to have a rest and a drink of water, and no matter how sternly I glare at him he won’t stop laughing. Well, clearly I’m not going to stand for that!! My back is pressed against the tree as I smile at him sweetly and beckon him over. He leans in and his lips are inches from mine. His eyes are closed and he’s completely oblivious as I slide out from the gap between him and the tree and grab his hands, cuffing him to the tree trunk. He gasps and his eyes shoot open as I straighten up.“Who’s laughing now?” I say as I watch him struggle to free himself. He fixes me with one of his moody glares and mumbles something under his breath in Spanish. Even though I’m perfectly aware he’s probably swearing at me, it sounds quite romantic and for a second, I almost decide that I should uncuff him. However, as I sneeze again, the smile is back on his face and I scowl at him, tying the key to his fingers and leave him in the poppy field.It’s quite a lot later that evening and I’m already in bed when I hear a door slam downstairs. I close my eyes and pretend to be asleep as David storms up the stairs, throwing a bunch of poppies in my general direction and sliding into bed next to me. He doesn’t say a word, just kisses me on the cheek and turns his back. Sleep is slowly taking over me when I hear the unmistakable click of the cuffs. I try to sit up, but there’s something holding me back. The bastard’s only gone and cuffed me to the bed!! I give him a rough shove with my free hand and he turns around, his eyes filled with mischief as he leans closer to me. “I always get the last laugh.”

Stephanie Food fest, Luis Garcia, A panscrub.
I am with my group of friends watching tv when we see an add for food fest. Being bored and hungry and having nothing else to do we decide it might be fun to head down there and see what sorts of fun we can have. We arrive and find all of the food to be terrible and not to our liking so we head to a Spanish restaurant just down the street. Everyone orders up. We get the food and it is absolutely delicious. Just then, all of my friends decide to dine and dash, and me having morals decides I can’t, but I only have enough money to cover my food. Because of this I am stuck washing dishes with a pan scrub to cover the rest of the debt. I absolutely hate dishes and so I ask to speak to the owner and see if there is any other way I can resolve this. The manager then goes and obtains the owner who is none other than Spanish mega-hunk baller, Luis Garcia. I start to panic a little and finally I manage to stutter out “I don’t like doing dishes.” He just sort of looks at me and asks me to fill him in on the situation because he is not fully aware of what is going on. After telling him the story, I argue that I covered the cost of my meal and therefore I shouldn’t be punished for the wrong doings of my friends and that I just absolutely hate dishes with a passion. He thinks for a minute and then tells me there is one other solution to this problem….. I promptly agree seeing as that would be so much more fun than having to wash the dishes. We then head back to El Casa de Garcia where we have a lot of fun together. I wake up the next morning and do the walk of shame back to my friends where they ask me what happened. In response I just smile and say “I love doing dishes.”

RG
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