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"Did you see that ludicrous display?"
"No," replied Ash.
"That fumbled pass. I've seen better passing in a playground kickabout."
Ash smiled at Becker's enthusiasm. "Sorry, love, wasn't paying attention. I'm only here for the men in shorts."
Becker grinned and turned his attention back to the screen. A moment later he was on his feet as England regained possession.
Ash knew the rules of football, it just didn't interest him. Now tennis, there was a game played by some beautiful men. "I'm taking control of the tv when Wimbledon is on."
"Why?"
"Andy Roddick and Roger Federer, they're gorgeous."