My Sporting Life
Or what I learnt from not playing any
A few days ago I was riding my bike through a park, cycling past a playing field full of men doing soccer training. I heard cries of:
“Take it to the line!”
and
“Well licked, lads, well licked!”
I have no idea what these terms mean. The only one I understood was:
“Yeah? Well that’s just a matter of opinion, innit?”
Thes…
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