A gung-ho Getafe and a perky Pep

When Michael Laudrup first arrived at Getafe last year, the macho men of the Spanish media were very much with the man-crush, bewitched by his winning smile, perfect teeth and luxuriant, soft hair.

Except the lie-detecting La Liga Loca, of course, who saw through his skulduggery, sorcery and easy-going, relaxed manner straight away. Oh yes.

It turns out that Laudrup was an evildoer of the worst kind with a broken, shard-ridden lump of granite where his heart should have been.

The dastardly Dane has just performed a triple whammy of sleights against the good people of Getafe.


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