It started when I was a young boy, living at my ma's flat in Leyton. My old man bought me a bag of Jelly babies as a treat, as a 5 year old I scoffed the lot... since then I've been hooked on them.
As I grew older and got into football I started eating them before, during and after matches. Obviously I'd get a few odd looks from the spectators but I didn't care, Mr Yellow baby always gave me that boost I needed during a match. Never a black one though, oh no, that would give me the runs.
In my early teens I tried to cut back on them as at that point in my life I was starting to attract a few football scouts so i didn't want to scare them away. Then Arsenal came knocking. My mates told me that Arsenal have a habit of signing fetuses when they're young, how could I say no?
Four years into my career at Arsenal, the cracks were starting to show, I was diagnosed with Diabetes and I just went from one bad experience to another. I attended rehabs, physiatrists, even the legend Tony Adams said I was a lost cause. Paul Merson was no help either, he told me to make the most of it while I can.
Arsenal dumped me soon as I turned 25, I then got out of football all together for a few years, then Tottenham gave me some hope a few weeks back. I don't think the new gaffer understands my addiction, he has no patience with me so I have to leave to find a new club.
"If anyone would like to buy this freak off me, just give me a buzz as I'll listen to ANY offer!" said ocs18.
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