It's time to give your chin a Brazilian, Lucas Neill Lucas Neill, it's time. We love you and this is why we need to tell you something, Lucas Neill. As we bathed in green and gold glory last night, there was one small, crooked, hairy thingamajig distracting us from the Australia's 1-0 win against Iraq. You've got a little something on your chin ... yes, right there ... a bit lower ... just under your lip. Yep, that's it. Lucas, it has been long enough. We can't take it anymore. Whip out the razor or get yourself to the nearest beautician and wax that creepy thing off your face. Brazil won't stand for it. We won't stand for it. Australia says no to the soul patch. Here's why you can't take it with you to Rio. You are not Craig David and it isn't 1999. You're a superstar. These guys are wannabe superstars. For her. She doesn't like the Carnival on your face. If Shakespeare couldn't sell it, you're not going to. There's only one guy who can pull this look off. His name is Boris. You're not a secretive renegade counter-terrorist who steals billions in US Government dirty money. Or John Travolta. We don't want this to happen. You don't have Steven Bradbury's luck (or his bleach products). And you don't want Kelvin's. Thinking Man Source: news.com.au Kevin Coster tried. Slid into oblivion. You know it's time when the drunk fat cat steals your look. And you steal Shannon Noll's. (What about me? It isn't fair). Lucas, you'd look beautiful without it. Captain Lucas Neill.