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My my, The Figos look absolutely perfeito in that photo snapped in Paris last week! In many ways, it’s good that the Portuguese midfielder decided to retire from football completely… He could teach dear Guti below a thing or two about wearing proper pants.

The family roamed the streets of Paris and wreaked havoc just by standing by the corner of the street! Figo’s wife, Helen went into Tartine et Chocolat to purchase perfumes for their three daughters. Yes, you can just imagine the number of times he’s had to hear “New Moon” in the last few weeks.

We’re not fully up to date with Guti’s love life (we usually let our amigas at Kickette do the job) but here he is with horrid looking pants. My dad thinks he needs to stop playing football completely, and ya’ll know that his days at Madrid at numbered following his reported outburst. “I’m a guy who never stops, day or night. I like to enjoy the night with my friends. I don’t see myself going to nightclubs until six in the morning when I’m 60, I see myself doing that now,” was what he told Spanish TV. Kkkk, hacer lo que quieras …

Apparently, his latest girlfriend’s name is Paula and they met recently at a Madrid nightclub (no surprise) and then started dating. They arrived in Ibiza relaxed and happy. It’s Ibeeetha people!!! Everyone’s happy there.

via Hola

via HOLA

So Luis Figo and his ferosh family arrived in Roman Calderon’s Ibiza yesterday to enjoy a little bit of a retreat on a fancy yacht.  Well, ya’ll know he recently retired from club football and would like to spend the rest of his days looking good for mujers like my mum.

Apparently, Notts County and Sven Goran Eriksson are interested in signing him. And while the project doesn’t exactly scream Galactico 3.0, it’ll be fascinating to see Figo playing in the English league.

Also, Figo recently spoke about Real Madrid and how he does not regret signing for them. Granted, he did sound a little opportunistic but it was all said and done…

“I flew to Lisbon the day after (Florentino Perez’s) elections, Monday, and I went to (my agent’s) office. When I arrived and entered the room, there were about ten people sitting around a table, all trying to convince me to sign on that moment. That’s when I called my wife and told her,’That’s it, I am of Real Madrid’. I did not return to Barcelona.”

So good ol’ Luis Figo decided that it was high time he hung his boots and join his Perfect-For-Russian-Vogue bride, Helen Svedin. Yes, the world of football will certainly miss Figo, including my mother who never ceases to ask if he is still in the youth team.

“This is the first time I am a champion without playing,” he told A BOLA. “This is the best way to end.”

“I do not discount the fact that that I may have a role as a manager in the future. I do not think about it now, but I do not doubt the possibility.”

There’s probably a post waiting for Figo at the Portuguese Football Association, just as how the Oil Wipes and Facial Foundation companies are eagerly anticipating Greaseano’s retirement. If all else fails, Figo can do all the women in his neighbourhood a favour by wearing shorts and doing a victory parade down by the porch.