That moment when you realize you are more soccer mom than soccer groupie. You’re watching the Italian national soccer team – a.k.a. hot men playing sport – and you realize they are too young for you to even fantasize about and you’re more interested in patting them on the head and giving them some pasta rather than patting them on the behind and giving ’em your…err, heart. Right. Heart. That’s it.
This is part of a series of brief blogs that will reflect on the pivotal, earth-shattering (and often hilarious) moments that most Italian mammas experience at some point or another.