"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

― Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows

Rams – Gorillas: 40 – 23

 

Arbitraggio vergognoso, rissa sugli spalti, domenica mattina in stampelle.

win or lose

Siamo secondi del girone a parimerito con i Wolverines (ma con una partita in più sulle spalle)
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