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The young boy spent the morning playing football by himself
in the garden. To him, football meant kicking the ball with
monotonous regularity against the end fence then running
victoriously back to the house screaming "Goal!".
He knew nothing of teamwork, nothing of strategy,
defence or attack, he knew nothing of opposition,
nothing of competition, fairplay or defeat.
But he knew how to celebrate.
He knew how to big himself up.
He knew how to deserve a reward.
He knew how to expect praise.
He knew how to be a star. |
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