Shame on you, Nike*. And massive, MASSIVE props to you, Puma.
*Just in case you need reminding of the struggle Wenger has had against his old Nike jacket…
Now that the zipper has been conquered, Arsene Wenger can now focus (almost all of) his brain power on conquering The Special One…
P.S. Who knew Wenger had a sense of humour? Although I bet he’s not laughing anymore after recently losing a 3-0 lead and ending up with a 3-3 draw vs Anderlecht in the Champions League (sorry, couldn’t resist)…
We all know Marc Marquez is a special MotoGP rider, but who knew he could be a guitar-maker, a chef and a beer-brewer too?
I jest, of course. That’s just part of the advert. Then again, would you really be surprised if this kid can do all of the above too apart from motorcycle racing?
P.S. It weirds me out a little bit to see him drinking beer already. I can still remember the days when he wasn’t allowed to drink the champagne on the podium!
So many things are just right in this FIAT Bravo Advert:
1. Two of my all-time favorite drivers, Kimi Raikkonen and Michael Schumacher, are together. In one car. Talking like best mates.
2. Kimi talking in German. He seems comfortable with the language and could seriously pass for a German himself with his Aryan looks
3. Kimi’s bored expression when Michael was talking. I doubt they needed to coach him for that.
4. I can’t find the video with the English subtitles anymore, but the moment when Kimi said “okay, okay..(German German German)”, the English translation was “Do you want to talk or drive?”
5. The moment when Schumi sat in the passenger seat and spoke to Kimi, his line was “So…you wanna see a pensioner drive?” If there was a thing called Money Shot, then that was the Money Line.
Now, hold off on any wisecracks about Kimi’s current absence in F1 nor Schumi’s current lack of competitiveness. Why? Because I don’t give a flying fart. See y’all after Spa.
Except it’s not that ordinary, after all.
Circa 2009. The four Yamaha MotoGP riders are required to pull their weight and earn their keep off the track.
Notice how James Toseland doesn’t want to switch lunch with Colin Edwards? Well, they were in the middle of a Major Catfight in real life when that advert was shot, so no point in making them pretend to be best mates.
Vale was in charge of answering the phones and greeting everyone who comes in. Not a very good idea in terms of increasing employees’ efficiency, although that would have garnered a lot of phone-in inquiries…
Oh, and Jorge as the Janitor. Just too…priceless.
To commemorate German NT’s Mesut Oezil’s shock, gasp-inducing (not) transfer to Real Madrid from Werder Bremen, feast your eyes on a heated duel between Mesut and a cafeteria lady, all for a certain beloved Hazelnut spread:
I bet he brought tons of boxes of Nutella to Madrid.
Also, here’s proof that ze Germans can rap. Mesut = Gangsta. Peace out.
This chant has been stuck in my head since Sunday’s match against Arsenal. Have a watch and I guarantee you’d be hearing the “Na na na na na…” bit in your head for a while.
By the way, the English translation of the song, which is what is sung by Liverpool FC fans is as follows:
His armband proved he was a Red
You’ll Never Walk Alone it said
We bought him from sunny Spain
He gets the ball, he scores again
Liverpool’s number 9
Na na na na na…
N.B. I’ve noticed they used “Male” fans in the autograph scene–Let’s face it, if they used Female fans they’d still run to Michael even if the other bloke is Pele. I know I would.