The man on the pub’s TV is yelling about
every single goal Gareth Bale has ever scored.
His commentary partner is calling him a freak,
a legend. Dragons are roaring in the crowd.
There’s a circle of vomit, about the size of
a digestive biscuit, sitting on the seat next to me.
I haven’t noticed it for 81 minutes.

© Carl Burkitt 2022