He had no qualms about doing what it took to get the tickets for every game.
He followed the team home and away for every game. He had to. He loved the club. They were his team. His Dad followed them, but the love he had was his own. Any of his girlfriends understood that it was the club first.
If he had to sell everything to follow them, he would. They are his life.
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For His Name’s Sake
Shalom
C. L. J. Dryden
Life With CD 