Home tie. Replay. The wounded gladiators return to the arena. Hornets in their golden chariots. Saints surfing the silver lining of clouds.
The spectators, adorned in togas of red and white, jostle for position in the stands. They gorge on pies and dormice. More wine! Their bacchanalian cries echo around the ground. More wine! More ale! A few strays are already heading to the vomitorium.
Emperor Refigula, fresh from making love to his wife, Incitātus, blows his majestic whistle and battle is joined.
Anyway, 4-1 Saints.
The spectators, adorned in togas of red and white, jostle for position in the stands. They gorge on pies and dormice. More wine! Their bacchanalian cries echo around the ground. More wine! More ale! A few strays are already heading to the vomitorium.
Emperor Refigula, fresh from making love to his wife, Incitātus, blows his majestic whistle and battle is joined.
Anyway, 4-1 Saints.
