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rain falls in the san siro as we slide further and further behind. rain falls and blinds our vision, slows our movements; they are just too quick. rain falls and drowns out the deafening crowd, blurring them into one grey amorphous mass of weepers and screamers.
rio and nev out injured. vida playing with a broken collarbone. ronnie sliding all over the wet pitch. lost players in lost shirts with lost captains on lost pitches. chelsea lost on another night, so far away and so near, horrifically close. we're slipping off the edge/our noses press against cold hard metal, engravings reflected in our eyes. so horrifically close.
oh my poor poor boys.

45 minutes left to take it all back and regain the Natural Order. that's all we have. 45 minutes.
we're all here waiting.

so horrifically close-