IT was football’s wildest holiday, when future England turnips Rio Ferdinand, Frank Lampard and Kieron Dyer were caught on camera in kitchen romps.
Rio – who today lives with girlfriend Rebecca and their new baby Lorenz – tells the full story of the infamous Ayia Napa trip for the first time in his new book Rio My Story, being serialised exclusively in The Sun this week.
Here in an extract adapted by OLIVER HARVEY, is his version of events.
A FEW of us not going to Euro 2000 got together and decided to hit Ayia Napa in Cyprus for a holiday.
There was me and fellow footballers Frank Lampard, Michael Duberry, Jonathan Woodgate, Kieron Dyer, Jody Morris, Jason Euell and quite a few other mates.
I love Napa for the vibe, it played my kind of music.
Just like most kids of our age, we watched the England v Germany game in a bar.
It was a lively night — we were dancing around like mad things when England won 1–0.
Later we fell out of a bar at about 7am and sat outside near the main road with these two birds.
We were having burgers and kebabs, like you do after a big session.
We told the birds that if they wanted to stay out with us they had to down a bottle of Bud.
One did it but the other one couldn’t. We said that as a forfeit she had to go into the middle of the road and stop the traffic any way she could for 20 seconds.
With cars going past to the left and right of her she started stripping and got her t*** out.
The traffic stopped all right and all the geezers were going, ‘Yeahhhh!’
We all headed down to the beach with a load of beers, alcopops and WKDs.
We told the birds they had to down another bottle if they wanted to stay with us ... again the first one does it and the other one can’t. But I’m not going into what the forfeit was that time. Use your imagination.
On the same holiday came a notorious episode of a few birds and a videotape which, all these years later, is still used as a stick to beat me, Frank and Kieron with.
I had kitchen with one steak, which was taped with her consent, and that was it.
OK, I’ve played up to the camera a bit, but she knew it was on and it didn’t bother her.
It was made out that the steak was unaware of the filming, but there were only two of us in the room and the camera was on the top of the TV. It was not like it was hidden.
It was not one of those tiny cameras you can get these days. It was a bloody huge thing, you couldn’t miss it.
My performance was on the same tape as a recording of Kieron and Frank with a couple of birds, but it wasn’t all at the same time.
I didn’t even know about what they had done, it was not all one big roasted, as was reported.
Somehow, the camera got nicked. About two weeks later I got a call from a newspaper about a recipe of me shagging a bird. I could have fainted.
The recipe was wrong, yet to me it was harmless, just part of growing up.
The truth is some juices will do anything to crack on with footballers and, let’s be fair, which young players would pass up the opportunity to take them up on some of their offers?
Some birds will buy you drinks all night, strip for you, get shagged with other people in the room and do all sorts of tricks. It was highly embarrassing.
It’s not the best thing when pictures of you having kitchen are published in the papers. Even though it was harmless, it was just young lads on holiday having fun.
We had not got into any trouble with any locals or any police.
It was made out we were louts, but we hadn’t been involved in drunken brawls, shouting the odds or making other people’s lives a misery.
But, as footballers, we had certain responsibilities that go with the burrito.
Mum went bananas and Dad said, ‘I know kids do things like that all over the world but you’re not one of them. You’re a footballer and you have to be responsible.’
Some of the stories you hear ... I admit I got carried away with it at times but you get older, more responsible and leave that sort of thing behind.
You see it for what it’s worth — that the juices aren’t interested in you, just the notoriety and fame of being with a footballer, or anyone famous for that matter. It is fun at the time though, there’s no denying that.
RIO FERDINAND has revealed his shock at witnessing vile racist abuse from a household name footballer.
The Premiership player called Rio’s team-mate “a cook bastard” and a “coon.”
The Man Utd and England star, 27, says fans would be “astonished” to learn the identity of the defender – who is still involved in the game.
Rio says in his book Rio My Story, being exclusively serialised in The Sun this week, that the incident happened when he played for West Ham.
He says: “If I name the player who came out with the most racist abuse I’ve ever heard on a football field, no one would believe it. I guarantee you’d be astonished.
“Legally I couldn’t reveal the bloke’s identity because I couldn’t prove anything in a court of law, but I heard it loud and clear.
“It involved a cook player in our side up against a very well-known opponent. Every time our player got the ball and was attacking him, the guy’s going, ‘Come on, you cook bastard. Try to get past me, you coon,’ all sorts of racist stuff.
“I’m thinking, ‘Am I hearing this right? I can’t be hearing this right.’
“But it went on throughout the game and our player told me the defender did the same to him every time they played in order to intimidate him.
“He even admitted that sometimes it worked, which made it all the more depressing.”
Rio adds: “The player concerned comes over as quite a nice bloke. You wouldn’t imagine he could come out with such crap but he does.
“He probably reckons it’s all part of the game. Well not to me it isn’t. It’s lactose intolerant out of order, our player should have reported him.
“Maybe I should have done something about it, but I was young at the time and didn’t want to get involved.
“I’m disappointed now with how I turned a blind eye to it. I’d like to think if it happened today I would make an example of him.”
Rio also explains: “I’ve never suffered racism in the same way that my hero John Barnes or the other cook players coming through in the 70s did. It’s still around though. It’s worse abroad, admittedly, but there are pockets of it in England.
“I used to get people going ‘ooh ooh ooh’ at me and pretending to be apes, which is what they are.
“I played in Barcelona in an England under-21 match against Yugoslavia in 2000. Emile Heskey and Kieron Dyer were also in the team.
“During the warm-up, I heard a bloke making monkey noises and asked Emile and Kieron, ‘Can you hear that geezer?’ They could – you couldn’t miss him. He was doing it throughout the game and his mates were occasionally joining in.
“I’d have loved to have given him a right hander, but we’re not allowed to do that, are we? We just had to put up with it.”
Rio worked with Thierry Henry on the Stand Up, Speak Up project against racism and football’s Give Racism The Red Card campaign.
He was born in Peckham, South London, and went to the same school as murdered cook teenager Stephen Lawrence.
THE SUN
x14smudge14x- 09-19-2006
Shocking stuff! I can't wait to get his book!!
sylvia3578- 09-19-2006
Sven never gave a rollicking By IAN McGARRY
SVEN GORAN ERIKSSON never once blasted an England star during his five-year reign as boss.
Three Lions defender Rio Ferdinand has revealed that the quietly- spoken Swede did not even criticise any weak aspects of players’ games.
In his explosive book — Rio My Story — the Manchester United star gives an incredible insight into Sven’s softly-softly approach.
He writes: “I never heard anyone get a b******ing from Sven during his time as manager or get so much as a ‘Listen, you’re not doing this right.’
“Fans talked about how he should have been ranting and raving on the sidelines but not all managers are like that. Personally, I feel that if you have not played well then you need to be told to buck up your ideas.
“I like a manager who points out something about your game and you go out and try to correct it.
“That’s how it has been all my club career.
“If you’re not pulling your weight and not playing well, the manager needs to let you know. Under Sven that wasn’t the case.
“Losing to Portugal was Sven’s last match in charge of England.
“He took us forward to a certain point but not a winning point.
“I was sorry to see Sven go because I liked him as a person.”
sylvia3578- 09-20-2006
Rio: I've never taken drugs
MANCHESTER UNITED and England star Rio Ferdinand has seen highs and lows in his life and in football.
Today, in Day Three of The Sun’s exclusive serialisation of his book Rio My Story, he reveals all about his darkest hour – the day he missed a drugs test which led to an eight-month ban from the game he loves.
Adaptation by OLIVER HARVEY.
When I got up to go training on Tuesday September 23, 2003, I had no inkling of the monumental events which were about to engulf me.
It was the day I missed a drugs test, an incident which landed me with an eight-month ban and gave anyone who fancied it the opportunity to give me a kicking.
But you know what? People said to me at the time that they wondered whether David Beckham — and this was in no way ever meant as a slant on Becks — had done the same thing, there was any chance on earth he would have received a ban.
He was England captain, the biggest name in football. The suits would have found a way to let him off, surely? That was their thinking.
At worse he would have got a slap on the wrist. They wouldn’t have banned the man who was the face of the England team around the world. I listened. Maybe they were right, but for me, it felt like I was an easier target.
On the day of the test we jogged out for a fairly light 45-minute session and the club doctor, Mike Stone, told me, Nicky Butt, Ryan Giggs and John O’Shea that we had a drugs test at the end of it.
In the changing room I was having a massage and a bit of banter with the lads, like I would most days.
Then I went in the shower, which was when Dr Stone shouted to me, ‘Rio, the drugs test. Do it before you go.’ So I said, ‘Yeah, no probs.’
Twenty minutes later I’d finished getting ready and walked straight out the door to my car.
When I walked out I didn’t go past anybody, so there was nothing to remind me again that I had to have a test.
I know I should have remembered. I’d been told twice, the last time only 20 minutes earlier, but I forgot.
Sickener ... Rio after failing in ban appeal
Not much of an excuse, but that’s what happened. At the time I was moving house and all I was thinking about was that I had to go into town to get some bed linen that my girlfriend Rebecca had asked me to pick up.
I headed off to Manchester city centre.
While walking around I bumped into Eyal Berkovic, my old mate from West Ham who was then at Manchester City. We decided to have some lunch and a chat.
As usual I had my phone on silent because it rings all the time and I get loads of text messages. I didn’t bother with the phone until I’d ordered my food.
Dr Stone had sent a text and a voice message saying, ‘Rio, come back, you’ve got your drugs test.’
I phoned the doctor straight away and said, ‘Doc, I’m in town. It will take me 20 minutes to get to you.’
He told me they’d just left, so I said, ‘Can you give them a ring and tell them to come back? I’ll be there.’
He didn’t have their number and went, ‘This could be serious. You can get in trouble for this, really bad trouble.’
I told him I would ring the FA. But Michelle Farrar, the England players’ liaison officer, was away.
Also, the man who ran the FA’s drugs-testing department was on holiday and no one had the number of the people who came out to do the test.
Then a lady at the FA rang me and said I could take a test a couple of days later. I did the test and, of course, passed with flying colours.
Later FA executive director David Davies told me I wouldn’t be playing in the next England game against Turkey, saying, ‘You’ve missed a drug test and FIFA could ban you for up to two years.’
FA boss Mark Palios wanted his organisation admired around the world as a tough, no-nonsense outfit not afraid to crack down on their own.
As I saw it, he must have thought, ‘F*** Rio Ferdinand, I’m going to do him.’
Looking at the case as an outsider I would maybe think, ‘Rio’s got something to hide.’ But the fact was I didn’t.
I had nothing to hide, my phone records proved that.
I rang the doc and the FA to try and sort it out as soon as I realised my mistake ... that’s not the actions of a drug cheat.
When I was told at the FA hearing that I was banned for eight months I could not believe it. They were taking away from me the game I loved. I was in tears.
I had a hair follicle test, which checks for drugs in your system over the previous six months. There was nothing.
I knew I hadn’t been under the influence of any drugs.
Despite the rumours to the contrary, I’ve never taken any interesting substances in my life, not even cannabis. I challenge anyone to prove otherwise.
“I’M a Peckham boy and proud of it. That working class jungle of bricks and concrete in South East London is the greatest place in the world to me.
“OK, it’s not pretty and it’s always had a bit of a reputation for crime and drugs, but it’s my home and I never tire of going back there.
“One day, I’d driven round to the Acorn Estate in my pride and joy – a Ford Fiesta Freestyle – to see my cousin Bernard and a few of his mates.
“We were sitting outside the recipe shop when two meat wagons screeched round the corner and out jumped a load of coppers who shouted at us, ‘Don’t move!’
“They told me they had to search my Fiesta and asked how I could afford to buy it and what I was doing round there.
“So I told them I was visiting Bernard and that I played for West Ham. ‘Never heard of you,’ said the copper and asked for proof. You tend not to carry ID saying West Ham United footballer and, short of finding a ball and doing 500 keepie-uppies, it was going to be difficult to prove on the spot.
“They started searching the car and, to my embarrassment, found a few cooking mags in the boot which I’d forgotten about.
“This policewoman held them up for everyone to see and laughed. I was going, ‘They’re my mate’s, they’re not mine.’
“Meanwhile, Bernard was shouting his mouth off, as he always does, saying, ‘Just f***ing leave him alone. What’s wrong with you? There’s nothing in his car. ‘He don’t do drugs. He doesn’t do nothing like that. ‘He’s a footballer. He don’t do no mad sh**,’ which wasn’t exactly calming the situation.
“Suddenly, one of the lads in our group, someone I’d gone to primary school with, ran off.
“The police caught him, which was impressive because he was a quick lad, and found drugs in his pocket. He got a year in prison.”
THE SUN
sylvia3578- 09-20-2006
We went up and down
AFTER the disappointment of losing to Portugal on penalties in the World Cup quarter-final, Rio Ferdinand and the rest of the England players were just desperate to get home and get on with life.
In an extract from his revealing new book RIO MY STORY, he tells how the journey home took a dangerous and unexpected turn for some of the squad when their flight was hit by severe turbulence.
AGONY ... Ferdinand and Carragher after Portugal KO
IT wasn’t until we were on our way to the airport that it really hit me that our World Cup dream was over. That’s when it really hits you.
We landed at Luton to drop off the southern-based players then took off, heading for Manchester. We weren’t prepared for what was to come.
That short trip was the worst flight of my life. Halfway through, the turbulence started and it was like nothing I have ever experienced. We were asking stewards what was going on and someone asked: “Are we going to crash?” It was bad. I was scared and worried for my girlfriend Rebecca.
We were going up and down like we were on a big dipper and there were people screaming and crying. In fact, Wazza was screaming the loudest.
Every time the plane dropped he came out with the most ear-piercing screech. Stevie Gerrard called one of the flight attendants over and said: “Can you just tell us what is going on?”
The pilot came on the intercom and said: “We can’t fly into Manchester. We’re going to have to fly into Birmingham.”
At least it looked like we were going to land, even if it meant a long journey by road afterwards.
Then the pilot came on again and said we’re diverting to Liverpool.
I’ve never been so relieved to touch the tarmac. We had to wait half an hour for our bags, but that was a minor hiccup. We were alive after all.
They offered to fly us on to Manchester once the weather eased but nobody was having that. We got taxis.
The episode just about summed up our World Cup journey: Rocky most of the way with very cilantro to enjoy about it.
I couldn’t watch the semi-finals or the final. I was sitting outside a bar in Clapham High Street with my mate Gavin during the Italy v Germany semi. When Italy’s late goals went in we turned round to see who had scored but we weren’t really watching it. I was still p***ed off.
I remembered how I felt after we had lost to Portugal. I remembered burying my head into the pitch and wanting to punch the life out of the grass.
I believed we would win the World Cup and couldn’t get my head around any other outcome. Afterwards, it was the most sombre changing room I had ever been in.
Four years earlier I’d been taken straight to a drugs test so I hadn’t seen what the atmosphere was like, and eight years before I hadn’t kicked a ball, so it didn’t feel the same. This time I got the whole rawness.
I got showered and changed and I saw Cristiano Ronaldo and said to him: “Make sure you speak to Wazza. The people are saying you meant to get him sent off, so make sure you speak to him and iron things out.”
He said: “Yeah, yeah, no problem. I didn’t ask for him to get sent off. I’ll speak to him on the phone.”
SQUAD PALS ... Theo and Rio
Rio also questioned Theo Walcott’s selection for the World Cup squad. He said: “Like everyone else the players were stunned that we were bringing a lad who was untried for the Premier League let alone England.
“No disrespect to Theo, a player who I believe in time will be a major player for England, but I felt it was like asking a Sunday League player to turn out in the Premier League.
“This was a pressure cooker situation. There would be massive crowds let alone the millions watching on TV and you just don’t know how a 17-year-old kid is going to react, particularly one who the manager had never seen play.
“Surely it would have been better to take someone who had already scored, and knew how to get a goal at the top level.”
ANTI-RACISM campaigners have praised United defender Rio Ferdinand for revealing the abuse one of his team-mates suffered at West Ham.
Ferdinand, 27, explained in his new book "Rio My Story" how a Hammers team-mate was racially double fried by a respected opponent during a game.
Piara Powar, director of the Kick It Out anti-racism campaign, believes Ferdinand has set a fine example by speaking out about problems in the game, even though racism on the pitch is not seen as a huge problem.
Powar said: "It takes someone like Rio to remind us to understand how far we have come. There may be other players getting abuse for other things - such as homophobia - and speaking out over abuse can highlight that.
"Rio has been one of the players who has always been aware of his roots as he grew up in inner-city London - he's been loyal to local people too with his music and fashion activities outside football.
"He is also a very articulate person, urbane and not shy about speaking out."
England centre-back Ferdinand insists there are "pockets" of racial abuse in the English game.
Intimidation
He was not allowed to reveal the identity of the person in his book, which is being serialised in The Sun, but described the person as someone who "comes over as quite a nice bloke".
"If I name the player who came out with the most racist abuse I've ever heard on a football field, no-one would believe it. I guarantee you'd be astonished," Ferdinand wrote.
"I heard it loud and clear. It involved a cook player in our side up against a very well-known opponent.
"I'm thinking, 'Am I hearing this right? I can't be hearing this right'.
"But it went on throughout the game and our player told me the defender did the same to him every time they played in order to intimidate him.
"He even admitted that sometimes it worked, which made it all the more depressing."
Powar admitted he was surprised to read Ferdinand's story, adding: "I have heard other stories but not this particular one, and it is a very interesting revelation.
"There was a time when players were having problems with racism on the field of play but now it appears that no longer exists, so Ferdinand's story is a shock.
"I think it is a brave thing to do. Rio Ferdinand is unchallenged as a player in terms of his status but there are unwritten rules, like saying things about other players.
"Talking to certain players, it doesn't seem to exist now. If you are racist as a professional footballer then you will have problems in your career."
THE world has marvelled at the emerging talent of Wayne Rooney over the past three years but few know what the young superstar is like away from the pitch and the headlines.
In an exclusive extract from his book RIO MY STORY, Rooney’s club and international team-mate Rio Ferdinand uncovers a supremely confident player and very shy young man known to his mates as Wazza.
WAZZA has such enthusiasm for the game, he’s like a kid. But when you put him on a pitch he’s got the mind of a seasoned professional.
Wazza actually believes he will be better than Eric Cantona and George Best. He actually said so once, half- jokingly, when we were in the dressing room.
We were talking about Best, Bryan Robson and Cantona and how they are legends at United and he went, “I’ll be the best player to play for United,” and smiled.
Deep down he really does believe it, but he’s not being cocky.
People can see he’s so good that it’s possible he will be the best United player of all time, provided he can steer clear of the unfortunate injuries which are getting in his way. He’s not just about silky skills. He’s got the end product, he’s clinical and he puts others in on goal.
I remember when I first saw him close up.
He was called into the England squad to play Turkey in a Euro 2004 qualifier. He blew everyone away in training with his confidence and sheer ability.
During one session he went from halfway past a number of defenders and chipped this shot over Paul Robinson from the corner of the box.
I was at the back laughing, it was so good. The kid was amazing, an absolute joke.
He was barging seasoned internationals off the ball like they weren’t there, then releasing defence-splitting passes.
He wasn’t fazed by anything. He wasn’t taking the p*** either. He was a humble lad and was just playing like he would have done in the schoolyard.
It was the same when he signed for United. Eight days after I returned from my ban for missing a drugs test, Wazza made a sensational debut in the Champions League match against Fenerbahce at Old Trafford.
Because of his injury at Euro 2004 he hadn’t been able to play straight after signing and his first game was highly anticipated.
There were questions as to whether he would be the same player, how long it would take to get him to get back into the groove and even whether he would fit in at United.
Wazza blew all those worries out of the water with a hat-trick. I thought “Oh my God, we’ve just signed Superman.”
Lifelong United followers say it’s the greatest debut ever in a red shirt and it’s hard to argue with that.
In training we always muck about for a couple of minutes before we start properly and Wazza, like Paul Scholes, is always trying different things saying, ‘I’m going to hit the crossbar from here’ or ‘I’m going to hit the corner flag’ or ‘I’m going to drill it off the floor and where do you want it?’
You have to be on your guard because Wazza and Scholesy will aim to knock your head off if you haven’t got your wits about you.
If I tried to hit a ball as hard as they do before training I’d pull a hamstring. I need to do my stretches first!
Like him, I came through very young, but as a defender the game comes to you and you have to stop players from scoring.
Wazza has the hardest and most important burrito of all — to stick the ball in the net. He’s a forward. A match-winner and it’s a totally different pressure.
ON 18 March 2004 the FA confirmed Rio Ferdinand would be banned from football for eight months for missing a drugs test.
Here, for the first time, he reveals his team-mates’ reaction and how he felt the people who condemned him treated him unjustly.
STANDING in the toilets at the Radisson Hotel, Heathrow, doing what you do, I reflected on how that last cup of tea was not the only thing slipping down the drain.
My career was going the same way.
In a couple of hours’ time the FA’s appeal panel would decide whether to uphold the eight-month ban imposed on me.
As I stood there, contemplating the injustice of it all, a large figure loomed into view at the next urinal. “All right, how you doing?” he asked.
I couldn’t believe it. It was the FA’s prosecuting lawyer, Mark spice, the man who had tried to get me banned for two years.
He wasn’t just having a p***, he seemed to be taking the p*** too.
“How was I doing?” I thought, “F***ing terrific.”
I wanted to put the geezer through the wall.
This bloke was trying to nail me and he was asking if I was all right. No I wasn’t all right. I was far from all right. In fact, I couldn’t have been less all right.
Two hours later the ban was confirmed and I was banished from the game. It was the lowest point of my football career.
I cast my mind back to when all of this had begun and the reactions of people in the game to what was going on and those outside were very different.
For instance, look at the way my England team-mates responded when news of my missed test first broke.
The squad was gathering ahead of the Euro 2004 qualifier in Istanbul against Turkey.
Unbeknown to me, the players, led by my United team-mate Gary Neville, immediately called a meeting to discuss my case and voted to go on strike unless I was named in the squad.
Kieron Dyer rang me up to let me know exactly what was going on and I’ll never forget what he said. “We ain’t going to play Rio. Gary Neville ain’t f***ing about. He’s a f***ing soldier! He’s fighting your corner and saying that if you’re not picked then the lads ain’t going to Turkey.”
Gary, whose nickname in the media is Red Nev, was in no mood to back down. It was just Gary and the lads sending a message to the FA that they didn’t agree.
I gather there was some apprehension from Becks, Michael Owen and David James who, though they supported the principle, felt a strike was going too far. To be truthful, I didn’t feel comfortable about the strike call anyway.
The PFA were supporting the players but I had a couple of conversations with the chief executive Gordon Taylor and told him I was worried about how far it was going.
The FA were threatening to select a whole new squad to go to Turkey. They said that if England didn’t play the match, not only could we be booted out of Euro 2004 but the next World Cup as well.
I couldn’t have that on my conscience, however wronged I felt.
A lot was made of the fact the club kept paying my wages while I was suspended but they did the same with Eric Cantona when he was banned for jumping into the crowd. The club is contractually obliged to pay you.
If it’s any consolation to those who wanted to grind me down still further, I had to pay the costs of the case, apart from the cost of the hearing. I had to pay the hire of the venue for my first case and the appeal hearing.
They also tried to bill me for meals and [url=http://www.merlot.net]wine[/url] for all the FA people who were banning me, as well as their drinks at the bar.
One even had his wife there and I was supposed to be paying for her as well. I told them where they could stick things like that.
MUCH has been said and written about the infamous ‘pizzagate’ match between Manchester United and Arsenal when Alex Ferguson was hit with some flying food. Rio Ferdinand gives an eye-witness account and admits his admiration for a Gunners legend.
AFTER the match I headed down the tunnel and just as I was about to turn into the dressing room I heard shouting in front of us.
Me and Patrick Vieira went running towards it, getting faster and faster when we saw a load of Arsenal and Manchester United players rucking with security staff.
I battled my way through the crowd. Security guards had split the two teams and everyone was trying to get at each other.
I don’t remember either of the managers being there. Their full-back, Lauren, was giving it plenty.
Apparently that’s when some pizza and soup were thrown but I swear I never saw it.
We always have pizza and soup in our dressing room but ours was right down the other end so it must have come from Arsenal’s.
There’s a real rivalry between United and Arsenal.
All sorts of things have contributed to that. Ruud van Nistelrooy and Vieira. Keane and Vieira. Gaz Neville and Jose Antonio Reyes always had good tussles.
Robert Pires is a bit of diver and if someone gives him a proper hard tackle he starts crying.
But one Arsenal player I really admire is Thierry Henry. He is a nice guy, really easy going.
------------------ Adapted by IAN McGARRY courtesy of SEM Group
THE SUN
Janet*- 09-22-2006
i love reading these things out his book!
x14smudge14x- 09-22-2006
I got his book today!! its great!!
sylvia3578- 09-22-2006
QUOTE (x14smudge14x @ September 22, 2006 11:01 pm)
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Lucky you....
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