Marco laughed, a deep sound that rumbled in his chest. "We are the Rossoblù . We have the weight of history. You are just a guest in this league, Silvio. Enjoy the view while it lasts."
Silvio stood up, his joints creaking, and patted Marco on the shoulder. "The bread was tough, and the steel didn't break. I suppose that's enough of a story for one night." Bolonia vs Cremonese en Vivo
The tension broke instantly. Marco looked at Silvio, who was slumped back, clutching his chest in relief. Marco laughed, a deep sound that rumbled in his chest
In the 88th minute, with the score locked at 0-0, the piazza went silent. A Bologna winger broke free, the ball a blur at his feet. He crossed it—a perfect, arching rainbow. Marco gripped his knees. Silvio held his breath. You are just a guest in this league, Silvio
"A draw," Marco muttered, a small, begrudging smile forming. "Neither of us loses today."
"You play like you bake, Marco," Silvio teased, his eyes glued to the flickering television screen rigged up in the square. "Too much yeast, no substance. Cremonese will rise today."