The Merry Prankster
Pactum serva
You know that things have sunk to an low point when El Presidente storms out of the game on the 80th minute. Never seen a man so angry. Even the soul wrenching pleas of the fragrant Mrs. El P, tears in the bottomless pools that are her eyes, could not dissuade him. Younger fans clutching at their father's hands in bewilderment. The great man gone. Hope abandoned.
Nothing beside remains.
Nothing beside remains.