SuperSlagging Bowl Model

Uh-oh Gisele. Slagging off your husband's teammates? I wouldn't want to be in your Jimmy Choos at the next after-match function. Best grab your half-shandy and head to the table in the corner, chook.

Gisele consoles her husband, Tom Brady. Getty Images

Super Bowl shenanigans yesterday arvo. Sorry, I'm using up all my alliteration allowances for the year, but it's worth it. Gisele Bundchen was caught slagging off teammates of her husband, Patriot star Tom Brady, after the 21-17 loss. (First read on JMW's A Place to Dwell who dubbed her Yoko.)

“You [have] to catch the ball when you’re supposed to catch the ball,” Gisele said in a video posted by TheInsider.com, via TBL. “My husband cannot f–king throw the ball and catch the ball at the same time. I can’t believe they dropped the ball so many times.”

Gisele may have already won a place in your hearts when she revealed herself as an exemplary parent: "When my son eats broccoli, he thinks it's dessert." "There should be a worldwide law...that mothers should breast feed their babies for six months." "I do everything for them...When I'm home, I'm extremely 100 percent present."

You don't have to be steeped in a life-time of sideline sports watching (and I'm not) to know that it might not be a brilliant idea to slag off your bloke's team-mates. Even if they were being a bit butter fingers

I would do a lot for my husband. I even strolled our kids halfway across London every Sunday to a dog-poop syringe-filled field in Barnes to watch him play baseball for hours...and hours.  Afterwards at the Ciggy Butt & Grubby Grub pub would I have suggested that others might not be as fabulous a player as he?  No, ho ho. I just drank my bad chardonnay, crunched on my stale crisps and kept my counsel. Even if, in fact, I had so little interest in sport, I had no counsel to keep.

Kevin and Harley at the baseball fields in Barnes, London, 14 years ago

Sorry, you're not home free...More rants today - this time it's me over at BritMums. Our lives have gone from contented babies to chaos. Just as we thought we might have the baby thing sort-of sorted, they turned into tweeny teens. It's a sh*t show, people! Our piano teacher just fired us. Apparently my kids' lack of talent and poor attitudes are unprecedented. Help! What to do? ( I know... I'll ask Gisele.)

Guess what? We're selling the piano!

On a positive note, there's still time to enter our Valentine giveaway.