We interrupt this all-time top five Woody Allen countdown to bring you Freddie Ljungberg in the days before someone told him that he could be the next Beckham if he shaved his head, greased himself up, stripped down to his Calvins and struck a variety of corny porno (corno? porny?) poses last seen in Vulcan circa 1991. It didn't work. He was nicer before his agent/manager/PR explained to him the meaning (and financial potential) of 'gay icon'. I mean, just look at this snap - red hair! Who has red hair except for foreign exchange students? It's so cute, so unknowing. Freddie was much hotter when he didn't realise how hot he was.