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[bodytext] => Each Sunday we would meet for five- a- side. We won 2-0 the week his mother died. I guess we find our peace in different ways. There were no prayers or tears, but he cleared a couple of chances off the line. Then, at full time, we didn’t talk it over. Just an awkward ‘sorry’ with a firm hand on the shoulder. And for his second pint I paid the two pounds, twenty pence. We won 2-0. He played, as ever, in defence. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 102 [topic] => 32 [informant] => johnnewsham1989 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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