I know this is super tardy. I know there was another match today. I've seen it, but I'm not sure I can trust my eyes. There's the delicious grape, see, which may be clouding my judgment. I'm really not convinced by the score I seem to have seen, because I'm not that lucky. This feeling that my senses can't be trusted is intensified by the sight of Leo running around the Stadio Olimpico in his underpants. I must be in some state of altered consciousness, because God doesn't make them that special. Boy puts DDR to shame.
Tomorrow, when I'm sober, I shall look to see what really happened. Until
now then (see? The brain she is not functioning properly), I bring you last weekend's match. I can't remember much about it anyway, so it's not like my commentary would be improved by mental lucidity. That's not a nice thing to say. Fine.
Relative mental lucidity. Is that better?
Cagliari 1:3 Juventus
pagelle