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Anyway, he starts getting closer, all the while I'm pretending I don't see him. Eventually he reaches me... I think this guy was on something because he just starts spewing nonsense about how he's "actually a really good striker" and has like 175 goals for Quarry FC??
Dunno if he'd escaped a care-home down the road or something, man looked about 70 odd.
Anyhow, before I could say anything back or offer this deranged old man some help he sprints off into the night. I'll give it to him, the mans got pace for an OAP. Nice calves too.