Un buen par de Cojones (A real pair of balls)

So Coleman's bleatings must have made more sense that expected as Sociedad won comfortably 2-1. We saw some of the game in an ultra Sociedad cafe in San Sebastien (Campus Bar) near our accomodation in the private college that lets rooms when the students are away (Collegio Major de la Olarain). Apparently politicians etc pay Euro 20k per annum for their sprogs to attend.

Continuing the Cojones theme we have received a learned contribution from a reader which explains the conundrum of the 'cojones', not sure about the last bit though.
"It was once explained to me that continental men (apparently) have bigger ones than english men, so therefore after having them squashed in a confined driving/sitting position for a long time, they need 'rearranging'! To the untrained eye this may appear as crude scratching, rather than the delicate task of 'sortin' the family jewels. (aka the brooch and earrings). So Col', I think it falls to you now to show those greasy garlic munchers that english blokes are equally, if not better equipped to do a bit o' sortin of their own!
GO ON COL', DO IT FOR ENGLAND!"

On the beach yesterday a local brazenly strode down the beach with kiddies and families in their sunday best on the beach he was totally starkers.....Un buen par de Cojones!

Hasta Luego as we leave San Sebastien on the next leg.