April 2010
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A Football Report: The Cruel Game of Penalties →
By Oliver Sparrow
Your time has come, my son. Toil and sweat. Stretch and sinew. For this. Lottery.
Now is not the time for hiding. Now is the time for shining. Limelight.
It’s a long, lonely walk. Tired legs, heavy boots. Cannonball.
Crowd baying, brothers praying. Eyes front, stony…