I’d like to remember the now-retired Argentinian Martin Palermo as a bluntly effective centre forward, or even just the man who infamously missed that hat-trick of penalties against Colombia in 1999. Neither works for me though. Nowadays, when Martin Palermo comes to mind (which is, admittedly, not too often) I can only mentally associate him with those insightful words uttered by his sometime-romantic squeeze, Jessica Geneux: “I like to play erotic games with Martín, and that’s my right. People should understand there’s no love-making timetable for a woman like me. I can do it in the morning, afternoon or evening, or all at once, non-stop during the same day. I’m like a dirty volcano.”
BTLM’s tentative investigations revealed Geneux to be some sort of model of Argentinian provenance: a lady with a penchant for wearing little and having sex lots. It’s all part of a modern-day culture shift that assails people with gossipy stories of trysts between big-name South American footballers and the pneumatic models who like to have sex with them – then tell everyone. Against its will, BTLM has had terms like Larissa Riquelme, Miss BumBum contests and 600ml saline implants forcibly inserted into its lexicon. Our 21st century moral turpitude knows no bounds; it just never used to be that in the good old days. Or so us naifs used to think until we uncovered a case of Mediterranean sex, seduction and scandal as the Greek side Panathinaikos prepared for the 1971 European Cup Final.