I spend a long time choosing my outfit. I realise that wardrobe decisions made at a distance of 12,000 kilmoetres by a fifty year old man going to the pub are not necessarily make-or-break for the team’s fortunes, but still, why not make myself feel better?
I make it a choice in three. The first isn’t even a football shirt. When I arrived in Sydney in 2…
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