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."
"A draw," Marco muttered, a small, begrudging smile forming. "Neither of us loses today." Bolonia vs Cremonese en Vivo
As the village lights flickered on, the two old friends walked together toward the bakery, still arguing about a foul in the tenth minute, their voices lost in the quiet Italian night. Silvio stood up, his joints creaking, and patted