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Friday night story<\/strong> <\/p>\n Well, at first, I said I\u2019d go into the fields, but I wasn\u2019t entirely sure. It was bloody freezing. I didn\u2019t want to get smacked on the head with a football, and I certainly would have probably been knocked over as well by these lads running around.<\/p>\n So I stayed where I\u2019d meant to stay \u2013 behind the fences.<\/p>\n My lens was small enough to peek through the holes, but sometimes they got in the way. I’d run up to the north side to photograph the lads kick the ball up to the goal post. They were too fast sometimes.<\/p>\n I was thinking that I’m not one to play footie; I wasn’t very good at in school (I preferred soft ball) and I only remember our P.E. teacher Mr. O’Hara teaching us to ‘tackle’ and ‘dribble’. And then there’s the World Cup which I’ve always enjoyed cheering for the home team.<\/p>\n None of the other girls played anyway, except Teresa. Sunny was the only other girl who tagged along. She too stayed behind the fences and we spoke conversations as the game went on.<\/p>\n Friday night story It was one day during my first year of university that the Central Saint Martins Graphics gang were going down to East London to play footie after class. I only said I\u2019d come along because I wanted to take photos.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-28","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorised"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/saralai.com\/photography\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/saralai.com\/photography\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/saralai.com\/photography\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/saralai.com\/photography\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/saralai.com\/photography\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=28"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/saralai.com\/photography\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/saralai.com\/photography\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=28"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/saralai.com\/photography\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=28"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/saralai.com\/photography\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=28"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nIt was one day during my first year of university that the Central Saint Martins Graphics gang were going down to East London to play footie after class. I only said I\u2019d come along because I wanted to take photos.<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"http:\/\/saralai.com\/photography\/wp-content\/uploads\/csmfootie_2.jpg\")
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