Is there room for wine in football?

I could write the story of my life after, for example, a chronology sports, specifically a football. I was born in 67 'and already in the 71' was celebrating the victory of the club of my love, the glorious National Football Club , who had won everything including the Copa Libertadores, as the South American Champions. I remember while I know I worried that my father passed the car on the other side of the Avenue on July 18 where we celebrated. Years passed and my club kept winning tournaments, but I remind that August 6, 1981 when my father took my brother and the last link in the stands at the Estadio Centenario America. There we attended, breathless, to the triumph of impepinable National Inter Porto Alegre. We were there, costadito, seeing everything. Both teams were really good, really. I have the record on my memory of that film, raised center that Victorino Morales, fisherman, used to top off his head and give us the winning goal. To reach that end we had to go through very difficult times. That game against Olimpia of Paraguay in that De la Peña de volley turns and gives us the final step, if memory serves me. And I remember my brother embraced the transistor because we had to make that goal against Inter in Porto Alegre and did not come and did not come until almost simultaneously my grandmother told Martin where there is life there is hope and Luzardo stuck it in the corner of spiders.
Once, when I first started this blog a little less than a year, one of the new friends asked me, Malena when did your story with the wine. And I said that since we candiales beat my father with a few drops of Grenache.
I always thought there had to be a place for wine in football. Because both have a dear place in my life and I'm sure that of many wine lovers.
Today one of my liturgies following morning listening to the radio. And the comment of Jose Ramon de la Morena in the Cadena Ser was sponsored by Rioja wines. Remarkable.
Salut and goal
Malena, tricolor always ;)