Great story, and one of those that highlights how having access to pristine pitches isn't the most conducive environment for developing great technique and ability in tight spaces (otherwise known as the "poverty produces footballers, plenty produces automatons" argument). Or so I'll insist to my daughter when we head out to the mix of weeds and fescue growing on hard-baked clay that passes for our local fields. Usually neatly mown though. And usually nail-free...
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