Sensational Sporting

Joe and Agostinho Talk Sporting’s Victory Over Club BruggeAgostinho was already grinning when Joe walked into the café, scarf still wrapped around his neck like a knight returning from battle.AGOSTINHO:Meu irmão, did you see it? Sporting played like lions today, not kittens. Club Brugge didn’t know what hit them.JOE:I saw the whole thing. I thought the Belgians were going to put up a wall, but Sporting broke it down like it was drywall.That second goal… man. Pure poetry.AGOSTINHO:Poetry? That was a sermon. Trincão drifting inside like Figo on a Sunday morning…And Gyökeres—meu Deus, he ran through Brugge’s backline like he was late for dinner at his mother’s house.JOE:The press was perfect. Rúben Amorim’s system looked smooth—finally everyone clicking at once.Even the midfield was calm. They treated the ball like a sacred relic.AGOSTINHO:Sporting needs this form. For the league, for Europe, for our pride.And you know what I loved? The attitude. No fear.Brugge tried to bully, but Sporting said: not today.JOE:I swear I felt the José Alvalade crowd from here.Your people must be partying all afternoon.AGOSTINHO:Partying? Brother, we’re reborn every time Sporting wins.Tonight, Lisbon’s green.And if the lions keep roaring like this…We might be lifting serious trophies come spring.JOE:Then I’ll come to Lisbon and you owe me a drink at the café.A big one.AGOSTINHO:Fine. But only if you wear a Sporting scarf.And don’t worry—I’ll teach you the chants.He raises his espresso like a champion’s cup.AGOSTINHO:To Sporting, sempre.JOE:To Sporting. The Lions roared today.**