La madre que me parió... por qué no fui futbolista?

All the days that pass, I wonder about that, and after listening to them talk and say nonsense like: the week's work was complex, the technical body's directives, the pre-season was tough, the year is loaded, and etcetera, then one sees them, in short pants, talking nonsense on the green grass playing football, or trotting between orange cones, or playing a crazy game, or a midday snack, without having to run because they're closed out by the bank, or having to go to the toilet to do another procedure, besides earning good money for doing what millions of people in the world do for pure sport and pleasure, and some, who have already passed the millionaire test, eat (or ate) terrible boners, some of these guys, really have been very lucky, I'll leave them with the photos of their wives/lovers/trolls/girlfriends/boyfriends/etc. Obviously this post is for lovers of trolls and football, haha. The photos of the lucky ones aren't included. This is the first part, there are still the cuties from the champion's dandruff, Vieri, Buffon, some vintage slut, etc.

IKER CASILLAS - SARA CARBONERO

La madre que me parió... por qué no fui futbolista?