The Ghost of White Hart Lane

Text of the day: “The smell of the dressing room, Wintergreen, football’s chosen brand of deep heat burns itself deep into my nostrils forever, the noise of studs on concrete, plaster tape being ripped around socks and just masculine noise. Like a foreign world to me until then. The low sound of men’s voices, focused. Not raucous. A controlled manly sound.” (Rob in Martin Murphy’s The Ghost of White Hart Lane)

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