Spain won the wimminz ‘World Cup’ recently and one of the players was seen in a quick kiss of the lips with the male boss of the Spanish FA, when collecting her medal.

Explanations vary as to whether it was instigated by the man or the player herself. The Spanish FA point to evidence (agree that it is debatable etc) that the rather butch lass lifted the man off his feet to draw him near.

But I digress. While it’s not normal to plonk a kiss on in the lips of a lady you’re not shagging, in some cultures it’s not seen as being quite as bad. In some cultures you see non gay blokes doing it. I’ve seen the old Yugoslavia team kissing each other on the lips after a goal. Maybe they were all gays, but I doubt it.

And remember, this kiss was in a moment of celebration and jubilation, even if I do think the Wiminz World Cup is Mickey mouse bullshit.

In my opinion, yes, he shouldn’t have done it (if he actually did that is!).

But the reaction to it all has been ridiculously over the top. These split arses including ‘our lionesses’ (do fuck off!), are going on like the cunt tore her kit off and arse raped her live on the telly, then invited all the male members of the crowd to have a go on it.

Of course, they’re calling for him to be sacked and have his life ruined already. ‘Unacceptable sexism from a patriarchal organisation’ say ‘our lionesses’.

Well I hope the Spanish (and English) FA bring in some real equality and tell the wiminz that from now, all funding for them is to be provided from the money they generate. Not by stealing from the ‘patriarchy’.

Strong, independent wimminz, innit?

Fuck off.

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Nominated by Cuntybollocks.

More on this subject by Norman below.

More hilarity over the circus shitshow that is wimmins football.

Like the blacks and the BLM mob, these cunts are never happy. Like the ‘Lionesses’ with their money and merchandising, you just knew there would be something the winners would be moaning about too. Sure as eggs is bloody eggs.

Spain’s womens team wins the Minnie Mouse World Cup. Time for celebration. right?

Wrong.

Instead of celebrating, the wimmin footballers and the female social media hordes are having a massive chimp out. Because Federation president Luis Rubiales kissed playerJenni Hermoso on the lips after Spain’s Women’s World Cup win. Needless to say, those ever so perfect people at FIFA have suspended Rubiales.

Alright, he should have asked. But had she done it to him, no cunt would have given a shit or batted an eyelid. And, had it been two blokes? They would call it a ‘seismic historic moment’ and a ‘giant leap for LGBTQXYZ’. And, had she kissed another team mate? I have no doubt it would have been viewed as cheeky hijinks and gleefull cries of ‘what a character’ would have rung out. Caught in a moment and all that crap.

But, because it was a striaight fellah, a minor incident has been turned into a major crime and a witch hunt. As is their wont, these Me Too types will now hound this man into the dole queue and possibly into the ground. Thanks to these psychos, we now live in a world where a wolf whistle or a drunken hand on a knee is on a par with rape. Make a complaint against Rubiales by all means. But an enquiry for sexual violence? They really need to get some perspective and they also want to ask a real rape or assault victim what sexual violence is really like.

And besides, I remember Big Joe Jordan kissing Jimmy Greenhoff after Jim scored the winner in the 1979 FA Cup Semi Final Replay. It’s been going on for years.

And even more kiss and tell tales from Sir Limpy Stroke below.

Jesus H – the kiss on the lips of Jenni Hermoso (Spanish female football player) by Louis Rubiales (Spanish FA President) continues to monster the news all over.

Hermoso declares it was non-consensual, Rubales ignores calls to resign, his wife locks herself in a church and goes on hunger strike. Talk about Spanish Practices. For my money the real issue is Spanish Garlic Breath. Will accept that the ugly slaphead cunt looming down from a great height and planting a wet rubbery smacker is one to frighten the horses.

No evidence as yet that a tongue was involved (a la Jimmy Saville) but the inference may be drawn. Add to that the stench of garlic – a habitually Spanish phenomenon – and the situation gets, as our American friends have it, exceeding gross. I have experienced the old Spanish Kiss a few times in a long life and I think back to just post war when the various demob camps were visited by a Spanish filly, a flamenco dancer who travelled around with her maracas in a little Austin van. Forget the fillie’s name but never that kiss. Her supple tongue work was finished off by the belch of Hades, a blast of wind straight out of the deserts of North Africa via the rancid fishing ports of Morocco and originating in the spice and stench of the Maghreb.

My sympathies miss Hermoso and may you ride the heights of media exploitation and the depths of compensation.