46 sorries
Forty-six. That's how many times I said sorry at Tuesday's mixer. I counted. I count things when I'm nervous, it's a whole thing.
46 sorries in two hours. That's one every two and a half minutes.
Tales from the tramlines. Real club players, real shanked volleys, real WhatsApp groups that got out of hand.
Forty-six. That's how many times I said sorry at Tuesday's mixer. I counted. I count things when I'm nervous, it's a whole thing.
46 sorries in two hours. That's one every two and a half minutes.