I did a mistake again. I ended up getting the football train again into the city centre. Not being much of a football fan meant I never knew when there was a game on and it always ended up being on a day where I needed or wanted to head into town. It pulled up full of black and white shirts and my face drops. There’s a bit of space in the end doors so I get in there but I’m still surrounded by fans who have probably started drinking an hour or so beforehand

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