La Ragione, which translate to “The reason” in English.

Strange how 2006 was the year I picked up Italian, coincidentally prior to the World Cup, and 4 years later is when I revisit the language, both having zilch association to the World Cup.

In 2006, I believe most of us ladies had our hearts (and panties, may I add) on Italia for that adrenalin-pumping, breath-taking, hormones-explosive, lips-biting, panties wetting series of gorgeous, gorgeous pictures.

Yes, I was preggo, BUT it still made me damn hot under the collar and having damn kinky fantasies and images a preggo not supposed to have (I hope it has nothing to do with why Minibean had lifted my skirt, and insisted at peeking at my boobies which had me calling her a “Miniperv” today).

Wait, if you are telling me you have never seen it, it is time for you land and park your space shuttle, and get your ass back to planet earth, stare at those pictures and feel the shudders down your spine.

And if you are a chap reading this now, you can either go one corner and cower in shame with these fine, exquisite forms staring back at you, or you can kindly come out of the closets now. I don’t judge, promise! I am only too happy to share the fantasies of what you are mentally doing to them.

Let’s take a look at the 2006 reason to back Italy for the World Cup win:

Oh God.

Be still, my heart, be still.

Let’s look at it again.

Yes, it is 4 years old but it still speeds up my heart the same it had.

Gasp. *fans self*

Someone get me into the cold shower.

Okay, fine. Someone said Italy’s team is getting old and this is very unlikely to be their year, and sigh, as the match between Italy and Paraguay – OKAY THIS IS BLOODY FREAKY COS I WAS GOING TO TYPE THEY ARE TRAILING BY A GOAL BUT AS I POSTED THE PICTURE, ITALY LEVELLED! OMG OMG OMG! RIGHT AT THIS VERY MOMENT! THE PICTURE IS A CHARM LAH! – is going under way and supposedly to be trailing by a goal, which Italy has just beautifully levelled, just as I am mesmerised by the 2006 picture.

And let me get on with the post and maybe with more pictures, Italy might just score as I write on? Ahem.

So we all know how unlikely it is for Italy to continue their reign this year with the age issue and the rise of the other teams, but still, my soft spot for them means that by default I would still have my heart on their side.

And the 2006 series prompted me to ponder if there are any…. 2010 surprises, so that I could wave my panties their way or something.

I wasn’t disappointed. Giggles.

And now, the 2010 reason for us to have our hearts on the Italian team… may I present to you..

The 2010 Italian football team (well, some of them, that is, but good enough representation).

Before we do so… please be warned. Seat yourselves down, cos I have to do so when my blood pressure soared and I was hyperventilating, thinking I might just die and go to heaven.

So. Be prepared.

And let’s see what the Azzurri are made of:

Be. Still. My. Frantic. Frantic. Heart.

I. CANNOT. BREATHE.

Let’s take a closer look. Of my favourite.

I need a ventilator. Any later I might need a pair of shock paddles.

Claudio Marchisio.

Hubba hubba!

And those eyes.. gosh. The smoldering looks.

WHO CAN RESIST TELL ME? DRIPPING SEX APPEAL FROM EVERY PORE OF THEIRS MAN!

And if you need a better reason, lil’ perv here was browsing through the behind the scenes pictures and saw this….

… Giggles, so shy! Blushing! And of course, of all the reasons.. nothing beats the fact that there is beautiful footballers to be watched!

And since I am not preggo this year, it doesn’t feel wrong for me to have naughty images!

Can you imagine them spewing hot, sexy, melodious Italian to you with those piercing blue eyes stripping you?!

GO AZZURRI!!!!!!! GO ITALIA!!! Despite a draw, we still love you!

If you still have the heart not to love them, I believe you are either a very jealous guy cowering in your inferiority complex, or that, you are not made of flesh and blood.

Tsk, of course I am bias. One very important lesson in life – Do not defy the hormones as sometimes, you know, I just can’t help myself.

(I hate to admit this, but I am grinning to myself and giggling like a silly school girl as I braved through this post! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE.)