It's a Saturday arvo at the Bricklayers, the footie's on, and there's Gareth Bale tearing it up like he's been dipped in holy water from the River Lea.
Remember those nights at the Lane? The boy's got speed that'd make the 29 bus to Wood Green look like it's goin' backwards. When he had the ball he was channeling the spirit of old Danny Blanchflower, with the power of a Walthamstow greyhound.
He'd take off down the wing leaving defenders in a twist like they’d just been on a session at the local. Free kicks that'd bend like the path through Finsbury.
Something that’s talked about in the Nag’s Head for years.
Pure North London gold, he was.
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