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Love forty

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Back in Lincoln at me mum’s house. It’s not the house I grew up in, so there’s no actual childhood memories here, but being in Lincoln on a sunny summer Sunday with the curtains closed and the men’s singles final soon to be on telly, it does feel quite like being a teenager again. All I need really is some orange squash (Asda own brand, not the dear stuff) and Mike from next door to play tennis with (against a wall) afterwards. You be Becker and I’ll be Lendl.

Written by Craig

July 7th, 2013 at 5:35 am

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  1. hey, what about Edberg? (my favorite)


    7 Jul 13 at 20:52

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