It’s a freezing cold winter’s day in 1992 and I’m shivering at the edge of the school playing field in tiny maroon polyester gym knickers, clutching a hockey stick, rain lashing down from the big, bleak Fenland skies onto my blue, goosebumped legs. “Oi, thunder thighs!” shouts a willowy classmate as they thwack the ball straight towards my shins. Mortified, I obviously miss the pass, but luckily nobody notices my humiliated tears through the downpour.
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