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Spumante

Joshing, pissing, crossing swords,
the lads were in and out the bath,
champers blinding laughing eyes,
drinking down the glory,
drunk in the gilded aftermath
and the possibility of more than this.
Lads lads lads
I've not seen balls like that since Istanbul!

Stevie, up on a chair
with his fist wrapped round his little lad,
gave it the helicopter
as the room erupted in cheers.
Eyes down, the kid whispered Alonso... que?
He's giving credit to your cojones Nando!
Balls. Lifesource. Always on the outside.
Almost an afterthought.