It is, indeed, only a game and, yes, those of us who are besotted with it are wholly incapable of applying any sense of perspective to our infatuation with some folk lumping a spherical object around a patch of grass. But then along comes an afternoon like the one we witnessed in Budapest and you can only conclude that those who don’t share the same ardour are missing out on a slice of life’s loveliness.
It being a chilly day, there’s a fair chance that every window on this road was closed. But still, when Troy Parrott scored that winner, there was a Mexican wave of hollers from number one to number 40.
It could be that better soundproofing is needed – you ca
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