In 1981, when I was ten and Ian Botham was 26, I thought he was God. Now, the week after Botham turned 60, the 44-year-old me thinks he’s an arse. And that makes me sad.
The world is a simple place when you’re ten. There are heroes and villains, victories and defeats.
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