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| THE ENTRANCE, UPHILL... |
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| HAD THIS BEEN ROME, WE WOULD ALL HAVE BEEN GAWPING WITH JOY... |
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| THE BODGING CURSES THE SEAT HE HAS BEEN GIVEN... |
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| YOU CAN ALMOST FEEL THE AUTUMN EVENING COMING ON... |
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| TIPTON WARM UP IN FRONT OF A PACKED GRANDSTAND... |
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| YOU COULD HEAR SQUEAKING, CHURCH BELLS AND ALSO THE ODD BREAK OF WIND FROM LAST NIGHT'S CURRY IN TIVIDALE... |
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| I LIKE THIS... |
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| THIS SPECTATOR DOESN'T APPEAR TO LIKE THE OTHERS MUCH... |
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| A LICK OF PAINT NEEDED, PERHAPS? |
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| THE TIPTON 'KEEPER PRAYS FOR AN EASY EVENING. HE DIDN'T GET ONE... |
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| COUNTRY BUS SHELTER... |
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| LIKE A BADGER, I STALKED THESE SLOPES ALL EVENING... |
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| DURING THE TIPTON 'KEEPER'S WARM-UP, I FLOATED A LEFT-WING CENTRE WITH MY LEFT WALKING BOOT INTO THIS NET OFF THE INSIDE OF THE FAR UPRIGHT. IT'S WHAT I DO. |
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| BROMYARD SNUGGLES IN THE DARKNESS... |
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| THE TEAMS EMERGE... |
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| THE BROMYARD GOALIE STROLLS, THE TIPTON SKIPPER SPRINTS... |
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| IN AN ATTEMPT TO JOIN THE BROMYARD HUDDLE, ONE PLAYER DOES THE SPLITS TO IMPRESS HIS TEAM-MATES... |
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