"Our wedding day on August 26, 2001 and we're in the foyer of a swanky London hotel, queuing up, slightly dazed and bewildered, behind the family checking in at reception. Said group were dominated by two small children, chasing each other around the foyer at high-speed while screaming excitedly in Spanish. Their mother leaned casually on the reception counter, accepting the impossibility of containing her offspring where there was space to run around. The father had his back to us; he was dressed in a sharp but unflashy suit, conducting the business at hand and occasionally barking impatiently at the high-velocity kids haring around his feet, but always without turning around.Only when his affairs were complete did he turn and I recognised soon-to-be-ex-Middlesbrough striker Hamilton Ricard beneath the wraparound shades. In retrospect the greatest surprise was not the incongruousness of the encounter (I didn't expect to run into a misfiring Boro striker on my wedding night), but the fact that his kids displayed a turn of pace that had been largely absent from his contributions at the Riverside. They must have inherited that from their mother."
Purtroppo non ho il tempo di tradurla, ma a chi sa l'inglese sono certo che strapperà più di un sorriso...
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