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I can just see him going on until one day Fergie takes him aside and says "Look Paul, I don't think you've quite got it anymore". Then he'd probably just drive home, pick up the kids on the way, tell his wife when he gets in and she'd just say "That's nice, could you peel the carrots?"
Then one day a few years down the line, one of his grandkids will be sat on his lap being regaled with stories of his time as a footballer, and how he always refused to learn how to tackle.
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