red blood in the womb of our enemy

my genitals say that because we are a team made out of hard stalin-like steel, like the black market nuclear weapons trade post-cold war or rape pregnancy, there is a unknown bastard exploding in the belly of the soccer club 'growling trout'. i predict ass-blood spilling from millions in the silent wake of this win-defeat.

bay of pigs and sputnik, comrades. victory. gorbachev. china.