The Fisherman’s Friend

I would be seeing this by Tuesday, I would have called them a liar.
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On a side note, co-owner Peter Turnbull was in the Kendall bar last Sunday to groan at the penalty miss, then go berserk with the rest of us at our last gasp winner (I got a man hug from some […]

Where to start? I had serious doubts about winning against the Phoenix. We were down to the last fifteen walking, they were as hungry as us, a noisy, parochial crowd roaring them on, and a talented squad with flashes of brilliance here and there. So chummy and maternal am I of this little league of […]