Obviously, there are many good things to have come out of Italy: pasta, pizza, Vespas, Gucci, Prada, and Marcello Mastroianni films. But the quality of the beautiful young men is often marred beyond fixing (*racist national stereotype alert*) by their somewhat puzzling addiction to tight, distressed, stonewashed, bootcut jeans worn with skin-tight T.shirts with a low V-neck and a bejewelled Ed Hardy logo, as well as a predilection for sitting in large groups outside bars drinking negronis and being massive pervs. HOWEVER, although it is guaranteed that Clemente here has a wardrobe full of Guess Jeans and Diesel T.shirts, he is the best boxer I’ve seen in yeaaaaaaaars. Look at him! GO ITALY!!!
(Sian, you can have this one babes xx)