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A couple of weeks ago in Rotorua, I drove past a bunch of kids playing soccer on a Saturday morning. It brought back memories of years of sliding on my shin pads and two pairs of long socks, bellowing at whichever parent was closer to ask where my boots were ("Wherever you left them!" they'd holler back), and trudging out the door to go and spend a couple of hours playing right or centre back for Rotorua Central United soccer club.

I loved the time that I spent at soccer, squelching around in my boots and bossing the boys

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