#bobo vieri

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Alessandro Nesta and Christian “Bobo” Vieri after SS Lazio beat Mallorca 2-1 in the UEFA Cup Winners Cup Final. Vieri scored Lazio’s first goal (1999.)

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Bobo inventing Instagram directs before Insta...

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I feel personally attacked

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Filippo Inzaghi celebrates his goal against Wales with teammate Christian Vieri | 05.06.1999

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[daddy5atan]

"I can walk, really" Pippo/Bobo 👀

“I can walk, really.” Bobo grumbled out as the lankier Italian jogged over, and wrapped an arm around his waist while pulling his arm around his shoulder.

It was absolutely a lie. In fact, he was limping, and the assistance was secretly much appreciated. It was quite the sight, though, seeing the thin, lanky Pippo Inzaghi assisting the much larger, huskier Bobo Vieri. Bobo had simply been playing footvolley — it was, after all, his absolute favourite pastime in retirement — when he landed awkwardly and seemingly rolled his ankle. It didnt seem serious, but it was sore, and it didn’t warrant a substitution so that he wouldn’t damage it any more.

“Of course you can.” Pippo scoffed, maintaining a relatively tight hold on Bobo, regardless of his protests.

His response actuslly brought a slight smirk to Bobo’s features. Pippo easily fit the part of the worried boyfriend and it was all too amusing, and not to mention rather charming. He admit to nothing aloud, though, and simply let Pippo help him over to a nearby bench. He helped Bobo get situated, ensuring he was sitting comfortably and with his leg elevated.

“I’ll see if I can find some ice.” Pippo gestured to the crowd of other footvolley players, and he was on his way before Bobo could even protest. He did, however, return sortly after, an ice pack in hand. “Here.” His voice was low as he sat alongside Bobo, leaning in to get the ice pack situated comfortably on Bobo’s ankle.

The other Italian hissed at how cold it was, then let out a hearty chuckle as he leaned back in his seat. “Worried, are we?” He teased, lightheartedly.

Pippo shot him a glare meant to act as a warning of sorts. But even he couldn’t resist, and wound up smirking the slightest bit. “Quit while you’re ahead.”

The response made Bobo laugh. It was loud and obnoxious, but he was Bobo, after all, and Pippo expected nothing less.

“Admit it, you’re worried.” Bobo continued, while beaming at Inzaghi. “Worried about little old me.”

The man was insufferable, even to Pippo on some days. Such as right now. He rolled his eyes while exhaling, then gave the other man a swat on the chest.

“I should’ve left you out there.”

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Me and @blaugrana-blues speaking about these two married idiots

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