The pueblo erupts

Some thoughts on the Eurocup

Chewing fingernail smacks a little too much of cannibalism to me, so I was glad the lads didn’t give me cause for grief last Sunday. Could’ve got bloody. With no TV snacks left, I might’ve bit them down to the quick and drawn claret, like I almost did on Thursday during the semi-final. I was nibbling skin when Febregas got the last kick of the penalty shootout into the onion bag as it was. Read more