It is a Sunday morning in November. Wet, cold, and our veteran team has just changed dressed and warm. Together with the opponent we go to our positions and we walk to the center of the circle where the referee is waiting for us. To my great shock I discover that our striker is not there. From the corner of the eye I see him walking out of the dressing room and giving quietly towards the center circle. I ask him if he should not get warm. His answer: “No dude, I’m still warm from the comforter.”
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