I was originally hoping to go to this game with my three sons, but my 16 year-old wasn’t interested and my 18 year-old had to work, so it was just Charlie and me. They were probably better off, given that it was a seven-hour round trip involving a rail replacement service in both directions and we lost 1-0. I was hoping for at least a point, given that …
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