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The Stolen Orange


When I went out, I bought a badge. I kept it in my pocket. It felt like a lucky poker chip.


Every game I went to, If I thought Cardiff might lose, I’d take the badge and touch it.


And immediately, our season turned around. The Bluebirds launched themselves up the table And went on their best cup run for 80 years.


When I went out, I bought a badge. It was a safeguard against imagining Cardiff might not be the greatest team in football.


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