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Who is Smirrell?

When I was young we lived in a small quiet cul-de-sac.  At the end of the road was a tiny patch of grass, it wasn't a park, there were no swings or slides, but it was about the size of a small school football pitch, which was exactly what I used it for. I mainly used to kick a ball against a wall there on my own, for hours at a time. One day while I was playing, another boy of my age appeared who lived in the next Street. He was called Mark, and asked to join in. We played together for a few hours.  At dinnertime when I had to go home we arranged to meet and play again the following week. And then again the week after that. And so it continued. We usually played three and in, one person would be in goal and the other would try to score three goals, and when they did they would go in goal. We would pretend to be different footballers we'd seen on Match of the Day that week when we were trying to score, usually I'd be Glenn Hoddle, and he was Ian Rush. But one week he insisted…