I would be a tall, lanky striker, known to be deadly with headers at set pieces and surprisingly agile around the penalty box.
My name would be Andrerto.
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No problems. No questions. No answers. Just talk. Quite pointless. I make no promises to be entertaining. Expect music, food, tv, movies and other broken thoughts. Mainly for the benefit of my loyal readership of half a dozen. Cheers folks.
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