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| The Bodging finds himself on the bench @ Whitnash... |
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| "If we move this goal-frame over there, I reckon we'll score a dozen..." |
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| The open grandstand seating, with celebratory flags... |
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| One of the Town players asks the Coach if he can take a pee... |
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| A straight line, unless I've had a beer or two... |
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| The scary Lee and a dancer with an umbrella... |
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| We're ready. Where's the ref? |
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| There he is! But in his coat? |
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| The ref's gone again... So a linesman eats his flag. Bet he's been told to do that a few times in his career... |
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| The tosser of the coin is back again, don't you know... |
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| Lee Scott models Whitnash-Wear, autumn 2014... |
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| Whitnash sunset... |
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| Interval smiles... |
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| Interval vile... |
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| The huge, vociferous crowd is treated to a flood of goals... |
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| The Follies find themselves in the shade... |
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| Not quite the image Mr Wardle wanted me to take... |
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| The Suffering Mr Teggin... |
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