He looks up through blood smeared lips.
Ah, isn't that nice, the wife of the Cambridge president is kissing the cox of the Oxford crew.
This boxer is doing what is expected of him, bleeding from his nose.
Marvelous oriental pace he's got, just like a Buddhist statue.
It's not one of Bruno's fastest wins... but it's one of them.
We haven't had any more rain since it stopped raining.