The cup of bouillon served by the stewards was welcomed by those who had been chilled by the cold ocean breezes.
After the rain the wind, holding fishes cooler, like a hand gently silently sigh for my tears drying;
Cold chills went up and down my spine as tiny beads of sweat popped out on my forehead.
And high up in the West Stand, hidden in the darkness in front of the executive boxes, a shudder must have run through the bones of Roman Abramovich and his muppet, Peter Kenyon.
Indistinctly has a cool feeling, upward is crawling along Mao Xiaoqiback, slowly crawled from the neck the top of the head.
Macedo night temperature around 10 degrees Celsius, although we have a jacket, or a bit cooler.