- Wed Sep 11, 2019 10:51 pm
#585727
Vivid flashback to school PE. Hurling. Teacher pucks out from goal. I'm standing right in the centre circle. It's a bloody cold morning.
On the ground. Surrounded. One voice rings out. "Here, lad. Don't hold them. Count them."
On the ground. Surrounded. One voice rings out. "Here, lad. Don't hold them. Count them."
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