“Come on, mate. You’re a 6ft 2in, 95kg Welshman built like a brick proverbial,” I tell myself. “You cage fight to relax. You were a Royal Marine Commando for seven years. You hiked 30 miles over Dartmoor in full fighting gear to win your green beret. And now you’re scared of 15-year-olds? Get some perspective!”
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