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football; soccer; playing; time; reading

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The Season – On Football Books and Football

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The referee blew the whistle, the ball went to our centre-back. He passed it out wide to me. Quicker than I expected. I took a quick step out toward the ball and twisted my ankle as I landed. I even thought I heard a snap as I fell down on to the turf. I limped to the sidelines and sat, looking uselessly for ice. In my sleep, that night, I was still playing: turning with the ball, untouched...