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The sun is sweltering as we bomb it along the roads and lanes. This definitely isn’t the first time we’ve had to run from a pub, and I’m usually a good fifty metres in front of the others. Being fast always comes in handy when there’re cops on your trail. Jonny’s pretty quick too, but the others, especially Hoppy, wouldn’t stand a chance without a good head start.
Dripping with sweat, panting with exhaustion, we reach The Century Stadium in less than twenty minutes. That’s a first for us on foot. But avoiding a night in the cells is always a great motivational tool.
The car park is jam-packed with vehicles and swarms of people walking towards the various numbered entrances of the stadium. I stare up at the eyesore of a structure, with its giant white walls, and high poles at the top,
