Just what is money to me? Why does money sometimes seem to be so important to me yet at other times I can just spend it like nobody's business? Why can I spend 100 pounds on clothes, 50 pounds on a stupid Carling Cup ticket but yet refuse to spend 70p on a bus ride, preferring to cycle instead? Are my priorities wrong? Will I be a pauper in future and regret my spendthrift ways in London for the past 3 years? Will the memories of numerous matches and trips to Europe stay with me or will I succumb to the horror of having no money to pay off the ever increasing number of bills?
Have I really aged that quickly to have to worry about all these already?
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