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About Martin

So, dig this—little known fact, swear down: back in Victorian times, prossies had secret codes, flashin handkerchiefs to signal punters. Wild, innit? Bet they’d laugh at us now, fumblin about like numpties. I’m thinkin, “Gordon, keep it sharp, don’t settle for slop!”—like Remy dodgin them crap chefs. Found this one bird eventually—fit, cheeky, knew her game. Made me grin, proper chuffed— “This is my moment!” I says, like that rat tastin soup.

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After that, I decide to take a walk by the Váh River. It’s pretty there, you know? But then I see this group of kids playing soccer. They’re kicking the ball around, and one of them—this little dude—kicks it right into the river. I’m like, “Oh no, not the ball!” But the kid just shrugs and runs off. I’m standing there, thinking, “Is this Hlohovec’s version of a lost cause?”

Tomorrow, a new duel between Montenegro and Slovakia