If it can't be England, I shall settle for that choice. Either really. But for different reasons. And then I think I shall forget about football for a long, long time.
The bread trails were made by my 20 year old twins. I am fat, grey and 60. Which isn't even the answer to life the universe and everything. Run my own business, happily married, but still remarkably short of cash. Isn't that the modern life?
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