Lokomotiv Lipp-Zig 2: Mein Englisch ist unter aller Sau
“Is that…is that Fernando Torres?”. It was rude to point but Justin was doing it anyway. He and Herr Lipp had wandered down to the training ground, a glorified set of fields baked hard by the summer sun, after breakfast. Justin wasn’t one to socialise but Lipp was very insistent that they at least ‘take fluids’ together before work. A […]
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