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Billy Rose

The next day after the football match At Bristol ground, I couldn’t believe how I had just left Billy Rose on his own out on the street. When I was lying stiffly in my bed I kept on getting flash backs of george morgans fatal last blow to Billy Rose, and then Billy flopping to the floor. Still after 20 years of forgetting the match I could still see this picture of the fight and Billy Rose still crystal clear in my mind. When I saw him all these emotions came flodding back to me.

        When I got my self together I stumbled out of bed and wandered to the bathroom, when I was in the bathroom I stood by the sink looking at my self in the mirror. Then I thought to my self how lucky I was, and how I took my sight for granted, when me and a lot of other people took some one sight away from someone, when we knew he had already lost we were cheering on for him because we wanted to see more. In side my self at this time I felt hate for my self and how was I so stupid to keep on cheering when we knew he had lost the fight.

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        I was thinking to my self I wonder what he would be doing now, all off these bad thought came to me like he could have been dieing he could have been killed and all those kind of things. I slowly walked down the stairs thinking of him, and then it came to me, for once why don’t I go and help someone. So I quickly ran down stairs had a bite of breakfast, and then got changed in to any clothes I could find. I ran to the car and was trying to get the next train to Bristol. ...

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