Telling someone an old story earlier, playing for the University in Leeds....one place we used to go to play had a football field right in the middle of the grounds of the local asylum. As we drove in on our coach there were all sorts of inmates just wandering the grounds. We only had a Referee and one Assistant on this particular day until just as the game began one of the inmates walked up.... picked up the spare flag from the ground and stood ready to run the line. Both sides looked at the ref appealing that surely this bloke couldn't run the line. Very quickly we realised that he wanted to do it...and despite his likely life problems ......seemed likely to be as impartial as the next person........bastard flagged me for offside as I went through to score....no not really:) My point here is that sport has a language of it's own.........and is a real uniting force
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