I'm normally a very sweet and polite 'goody two shoes' kind of girl, if I may say so myself, so I don't know what came over me yesterday on my way home from work. Maybe it was all the lovely Pepsi Max Beckham ads hanging everywhere that egged me on. I don't know. But the fact is that when I saw a boy wearing a Barcelona Eto'o jersey leave the train
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