Brick tenements gaze.
Terrace drums pound, rhythms beat.
Christmas fog descends.
Brick tenements gaze.
Terrace drums pound, rhythms beat.
Christmas fog descends.
THE Spanish derby.
The difference? Joaquín. Had the squad rapt, reciting some pre-match poetry and asking are they not entertained?
Comes on, scores the winning header.
The mayor has spoken.
El Cholo. All black everything. Black shirt, black tie…
That #7 shirt looks tailored for Philippe.
3 Champions Leagues, still under appreciated.
Futsal works.