el punal
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The sun is shining, it’s cold and crisp down here at Southampton-sur-le-sewage, wonderful football weather. A Saturday 3.00pm kickoff, my usual train down to God’s country is running according to schedule with no engineering works planned. I have beers chilling in the fridge ready for consumption on the journey. The nightmare of the last few weeks is surely over, a new month, a new start, a home win, goal(s) scored.
What could possibly go wrong?
What could possibly go wrong?