“What was the damage?” Christian Maldini paused as his father addressed his coach.

“Indigestion mostly,” Valerio Rubagotti replied, “a few delicate tummies and three hurlers,” he glanced round the bathroom. “Be glad you weren’t here half an hour ago.”

Paolo smirked, “Sandro’s fine. Though Carletto will have him running laps into the new ( Read more... )