Real Madrid v. Barcelona

A poem about watching soccer in a bar with friends. Or perhaps a bit more.

Over pints of Guinness
We, four impatients
Two men, two women
Fingers drumming, feet stomping
Waiting
For the exceedingly perseverant Catalans
To frustrate the Castilians to fever and froth
To the trembling edge of error
Where the battle of cleats and kits
Needs only my brief absence
A quick trip to the loo
To declare a tide turn
A Catalan conquest
Two, nil.