......it was the spring of '98, uncle Adalbert picked me up and we went together. oh it was enthralling! the atmosphere, the noise, the rocking back and forth. then we got off the train and saw the match. it was "meh". then he dropped me back outside my house. turned out he wasn't my uncle afterall. just some loony from around the way. oh well, got a free match out of it. true story you know.
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