I was sick of Gordon Barraclough. Sick of his bullying. & I was sick of him being a good footballer. ' Listen Barraclough. My uncle is Bobby Charlton.' ' You're a liar.' I was. 'I'm not. Cross my heart & hope to die.' I spat on my h&. If I'd dropped down dead on the spot I wouldn't have been surprised. ' Funny & moving...a rare gift.'
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