For some reason this is a more disturbing image than I first envisaged. I mean, it’s not like Johnny hasn’t been in the pants of just about every single Australian sporting triumph of the past decade. Perhaps it’s because soccer, and by extension Our Harry, has been somewhat virginal in this country up until now. Well that’s all over after this morning’s effort in making the knockout round of the World Cup.
Little Johnny might be a bit puzzled by the lack of stumps, but that won’t stop him from becoming an instant soccer tragic (just add success!) and at least he can be protecting middle stump along with the rest of Harry’s notoriously (and yes, I am going to say it) dicky groin.
It’s the perfect fit really – Johnny could see out his declining years protecting the manhood of Australia’s finest, his hard teflon coating adding extra protection as well as remaining non-stick for even the crustiest of soilings. A quick scrub in the change-room sink and he’s ready for the next champ to slip him into the jocks.
Sorry ladies, unless you’ve been hitting the ‘roids particularly hard this season it’s strictly men-only, but those eyebrows peeking over the hem of your lycra would play havoc with the bikini line anyway.
i luv harry kewell hes so hot!