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a n d pumped my fist in tri u mp h. Ch ri s h ad o bv i o u s ly h e a rd
my ramblings, as he rang me a s e co n d o r t wo l a te r… ‘ W h a t ’ s
g o ing on, mush? You had o n e ? ’ I ex p l ai n e d t h e s i t u at i o n , an d
h e assured me he’d be ro u n d i n t wo m i n u te s . I l e f t t h e f i s h
s e curely in the fold s of the ne t wh i le I c al m e d mys e l f d ow n
a n d got all the usual bits an d p i e c e s so rte d. T h i n gs h ad to b e
s p ot-on for my encounter w i th wh at i n my h u mb l e o p in i o n i s
t h e best carp in the Midlan d s . O n c e o n t h e s ea o f s o a ke d m a ts , I
t reated that beautiful creat u re a s i f i t we re o n e of my ch i l d re n ,
g e ntly removing my little h o o k a n d t re at i n g t h e h o ld . T h en i t
was time for the paparazzi s es s i o n , as f l as h a f te r f l a s h , t h e
c a mera clicked away. Chri s m u s t h ave t a ke n a h u n d re d s h o t s
t h at night , and what job h e di d a s we ll . Fo r n i gh t s h o t s , h e
d i d himself proud. Cheers , m ate … n o t b a d fo r a S o u t h a m p to n
