One day, we decided with my brother to watch a football match. More precisely, we had a day to devour chips and poorat players across the screen. Well, at least some connection with the sport and that is good. I began to troll brothers with every error of his favorite team. She said that the kids in the yard and it is better to play. He hated it, but I was the other way around) Outside the window, heard the ardent cries. We do not understand anything. Outside the window, heard screams again, but we scored. I crossed my fingers, because the pope's team won. I decided to go to the balcony. Then it turned out that there are only-only fought bums. Although, in some places it was even more interesting to watch than the match. Came then the brother and together we are watching. Lesson really cool and quite harmless, because they could not get in each other. I'm rooting for the right, for he left. I do not know who won, but my growling more.