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OK, time for a weird story or fact. I, as I suspect most of you did, learnt the game at my father and grandather's knee (they only had the one which they had to share between them, made all bending-work extremely bothersome) and, when I turned sixteen, my Dad gave me the rulebook that had been passed down from time immemorial (though later I found out that the Government were giving them away at the end of the 19th century to encourage the working classes to go and fight in Africa). But half the page for the rules on both the Pemberton's Coupling and the Pemberton's Leicestershire Thrusting was torn out. When I asked why, my father and grandfather blanched and refused to answer.
Which is a long-winded way of saying I don't know if I can go to Stepney Green or not. Yes? No? |
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