Talking Balls Issue 10 - Well Informed Ignorance
Talking BallsIn this week’s Talking Balls we look in depth at the ongoing fallout from the Clare Cork shemozzle/handbags/disgraceful scenes. As Winstin Churchill said when told his fly was open dead birds don’t fall out of nests. There’s a touch of the dead bird about this story as we flog it to death. Plenty of life in those other birds - our frisky friends from Derry and their camogie team.
By the way readers, Ger is NOT happy. Fixture movements and bowel movements combine to create great discomfort in the Manas home and Talking Balls has made it worse by asking him is he plying his trade elsewhere. Ger, we’re sorry.
In this issue - Cody cocks a snook at the refs assessors and says he would cock his gun and shoot them. Players pissing off to the States - disgrace or can you blame them.
In our special feature we ask is Roy Keane partially to blame for Cork’s tunnel antics - he has previous. Fail to Prepare, Prepare to whale we think he said.
We have deferred our regular Kissing the badge feature as the club we were going to feature was in Westmeath and we don’t want to draw any futher attention to the atrocious disciplinary problems in that county. Enough said.
If you are looking for someone to blame, start with yourself. Once you’ve finished, there’s always Talking Balls.
Bogged down in the Marshes
Down’s spanking newly refurbished Parc Esler may have got the thumbs up for its attractive refit but in the all-important trousers-down stakes it didn’t score so highly. Talking Balls intrepid uro-bogular investigator gave a resounding nil point for the absence of bog roll & soap. What he was planning to do with the bog roll and soap is another story for another day.
Derry Camogs out of the Marshes and into the Comfort Zone
All Hail the Derry camogs - crowned Ulster Junior Champions for the second year in a row. Their time in the Marshes mustn’t have been that comfortable as Talking Balls‘ spies in the Orchard County had their eyes opened on Sunday when the Oakleaf ladies decided to take a comfort break at Lidl on the Moy Road. Not so say the team. Sources in the squad - with a bare-assed cheek typical of Derry women - denied any wrong doing. The air conditioning on the bus broke and we stopped to get ice packs claimed one graceful former all star nominee. Talking Balls wasn’t prepared to argue and certainly not if some of the other enforcers on the team took a stance on this one. After all we want them to buy our stuff.
Anyway, you heard it here first - coming to a town near you - Talking Balls can exclusively reveal that its second favourite camogie team is going on a ‘team building’ exercise to Cushendall this weekend. Many of these girls come from farming backgrounds sur, so the Derry management set up are believed to have arranged a weekend of sheep related activities sur, hay baling hi! and related rustic rural activities in the Glens. Gud Gud. And general debauchery of course fuelled by brightly coloured ‘sports drinks’. Hopefully they’ll resist the temptation to raise the ‘gowns they loved so well’ on the way home and spare the good people of Antrim the show they put on in the Orchard last weekend where there were some nice rosy apples on full display (allegedly!!).
Big Brother hurling you
Cats manager faces being summoned to the CHC diary room after he attacked the Big Brother mentality surrounding referees in inter-county matches. Bemoaning the loss of the ancient art of defending Cody the Cat said:
“The game has to be refereed, as the game itself. And there wasn’t a dirty stroke in that game (today). There was no malice in that game and still it was free, free, free. And why? Because of the guy sitting in the stand with a pen and a piece of paper, ticking, ticking, ticking boxes.
“That is lunacy. The referees - they keep telling us they are fully qualified, fully trained. Then, if they are - which they are - let them go and referee the matches. Common sense has to come into it. It confuses me, I listen to players after a match and they are confused as to what the referees are for or what way it’s going to be refereed. And the assessor……….. I would shoot him!”
I suppose it could be worse, he could have said he was ‘racially challenged’.
Eddie Brennan gets a power wedgie
Legendary children’s hero Captain Underpants paid a surprise visit to O’Moore Park on Sunday to give the unsuspecting Cats corner forward Eddie Brennan a fairly robust tug of the drawers as he burst through the Offaly defence. Brings a new meaning to the phrase ‘a loose pull’ - this would have loosened many’s a knicker elastic not to mentioned pressurising the player’s perineum.
Speaking after the game, ace Eddie may have said: “Captain Underpants is a hero of mine. Who would have thought he would have tried to rip my trunks. I am humbled and a wee bit sore. This will certainly get the crowds out. Croke Park should be commended.”
Championship Cojones
Who is riding high and who’s not getting any at all? The championship review Talking Balls style.
Riding High
Derry Camogs
Ulster champions - brightening up the country wherever they go
Tipp & Limerick
Great match to watch. Hope the replay is as good.
Monaghan
Derry stand in the way of a ‘home’ Ulster Final appearance.
The Dubs
Another weekend of hype and nostalgia. Can we stick it yes we can. Just.
Antrim hurlers
Facing Clare minus four. Can they do it?
Not getting any at all
Mickey Harte
How much injury heartbreak can one man take.
Antrim
Down and out. What next for Jody the jogger?
Donal Keoghan
Players repay him in spades.
Down
Down, Down, Down.
Cork & Clare
Hurlers in the ditch anyone?
CHC/CCC/CAC
Sack the lotta them and get some spanking new rules.
Northern Ireland hero David Healy receives the Ó hAilpín treatment
Talking Balls reported last time how the legendary Ó hAilpíns were refused entry to a pub in Omagh because the bouncer (i) thought they were soldiers and (ii) that they were making up their accent - as if anyone could. It emerged at the weekend that Northern Ireland’s impish marksman David Healy was refused entry to Café Vaudeville in Belfast - allegedly because the doorman didn’t recognise him. Now could there possibly be people in the Wee Six who don’t support Northern Ireland and therefore don’t recognise legendary hero of Ulster David Healy? Or is there a more sinister plot at work. Well, Talking Balls can exclusively reveal that it was probably the same bouncer that barred the Ó hAilpíns from the Pub in Omagh. Sources in the Tyrone metropolis report sightings of lanky beanpole half-Tyrone man Kieran Donaghy strutting his big tall stuff round the fleshpots of the Town. Last time he was there he got sent off. Not very welcoming to strangers is Omagh as the Dubs can testify. ‘We were scared’ the poor people of Dublin said after the Big Handlin’ last year. Bah, have they ever been to Croke Park and stood on the Hill? Probably not.
Anyway, young Healy apparently was dacent about the whole thing - hanging about outside talking to fans. Not like his teammates that wrecked the joint that time in Europe and got arrested.
Bound for the USA
Dateline Monday 11 June
Antrim teenage sensation CJ McGourty expresses his disappointment at losing to Derry but says the team will regroup for the Tommy Murphy Cup
Dateline Tuesday 12 June
Newspaper reports say CJ McGourty and Paddy Cunningham leave today to play football in the United States for the remainder of the summer.
Dateline Wednesday 13 June
Cavan manager Donal Keoghan says “Any fella that goes away to America won’t be wearing a Cavan jersey again while I’m in charge,” in response to the news that handballer Paul Brady and classy forward Seanie Johnston are heading Stateside. Meanwhile Antrim’s Paddy Cunningham says he hasn’t made up his mind. Keoghan claims that a third Cavan player also plans to go.
All this is nothing new as we all know. Unconfirmed reports relate sums around £9000 being offered to these players along with work and a summer playing football in the States. If you’re young - Talking Balls was once - and gifted - Talking Balls wasn’t once - and need the cash - Talking Balls needs the cash - then it’s hard to argue. These boys are students and I suppose are entitled to have a bit of craic and if they can make a few quid. Not easy tho’ if you’re a manager and you’ve trained a team all year, they’ve got their gear etc and then they up and f*** off when you need them. Never seen a one sided coin or story yet.
Semplegate Special
In depth investigation by the Talking Balls team except the office WAG.
Munster Mayhem
The story so far if you’ve been out of the country or Rip Van Winkle-like sleeping only to wake up 100 years later to discover this still hasn’t been sorted and the Gaelic and Athletic people still have a joke for a disciplinary process…
Let’s go then… Cork v Clare in Munster Hurling Championship. Both teams erupt out of the dressing room and emerge into the tunnel together. Who came first the breathless question from an army of pundits? A policeman wouldn’t ask you that but now that you ask it may have been Cork.
The price of a ticket into a championship match? Bout €25. The cost of leaving your dressing room early? €2500. The chance to see unwell-paid players behaving badly? (or should that be behaving Bradley?) Priceless.
A dig in the ribs here, butt of the hurley there - next thing there’s a ‘shemozzle’ with full on ‘handbags’ and every other cliché - all in front of a bunch of delighted schoolkids and worse again live on the Sunday Blame Game Live - except it wasn’t. Michael Lyster, stymier of controversial discussion and cut and thrust debate said, in the manner of the classroom snitch, ‘wait til’ ye see what happened just now.’ Cue footage of a row that wouldn’t have been out of place at a women’s bog wrastlin competition. Sean Óg Ó hAilpín dispensed with his hurley and threw an immediately repentant Banner boy on his arse showing remarkable restraint. You can imagine the Clareman. ‘Oh F*** me - a row starts and I’ve picked that big bastard Sean Óg.’ Talking Balls called a very, Very Very big South African rugby player a white supremacist f***er’ once in a drink induced bout of bravado - it wasn’t good. The apology was grovelling so Talking Balls knows how that Clareman felt.
Meanwhile Colin Lynch and Sully set about each other. Now I know a good many people would pay decent money to see that in a celebrity deathmatch showdown. Lynch, looking like the hardman debt collector with a scots accent out of an Irvine Welsh novel versus Sully - now close your eyes and imagine him in a check shirt chugging across the deep south in his pickup, chawin tobaccy, a juicy spit here, a steer under an armpit there…. But even then it was more like a jolly old bit of japery - all wind and piss and no blood. One Cork delegate described it as a storm in a thimble. It didn’t even feature that classic trademark of the row-to-end-all-rows - the jaw splitting pile driver punch that knocks the recipient back to the Stone Age. Mean the while Donal Óg was rattling about in there chasing up a few GPA subscriptions or whatever it is he does - nothing more.
But what do the po-faced disciplinary gurus do? Let’s make an example of these boys. Suffer the little children and all that crap. Load of balls. Take Ó hAilpín - the guy is a one man marketing campaign for all that is good about our games. He visits clubs, he does bar mitzvahs and funerals, he sends get well cards to young hurlers in hospital, he is the civilest lad you’ll meet but I wouldn’t take liberties with him. Up the road Laois and Offaly whale the bejasus out of each other and there are a few yellow cards. Geraghty lands two punches that would score decent points in the ring and delivers one bitch slap that would lift the best fake tan of some ho. Cast your mind back to the battle of Omagh when for example Kevin Bonner bursted Mickey Magee from behind and what happened? Even Damian Reale flashing about on Sunday and flicking at Eoin Kelly like he was trying to get a persistent snotter off his hand. He’ll be playin on Saturday. How many times have we seen a bit of jundeying and the like in the tunnel at half time? What is the punishment?
The biggest disgrace in all of this has been the length of time it has taken to sort the whole mess out. Get the players up to Dublin? Cork went - Clare didn’t then did. We heard all sorts - two in two out but that didn’t work. Cork, the team that blew out the dressing room too early lose three players for the grudge match of the season v Waterford yet Clare are four down for the game v Antrim. We were told one of the disciplinary dudes was on holiday. What’s that all about. In the quasi-judicial half light in which we live can you imagine that as an excuse. Sorry lads - the judge is away on his holliers so f*** ye and by they way the fact you have an important match is tough shit.
So what’s gonna happen? Well three understudies for Cork will get a chance they never saw coming - if you were behind Donal Óg, Sean Óg and Sully would you be expecting a look in this year? Probably not. There’ll be a few appeals and if it gets to the DRA God knows - with Fergal Logan on the case even Saddam would have had a chance with the DRA. Clare may or may not break much delph this year. After the Fitz saga Tony Considine needed this like a hole in the head or did he? That which doesn’t kill you makes you stronger - it could galvanise the whole effort. Alternatively it could give Sambo and Woody the break they need after a facile Ulster ‘campaign.’
As for Cork - well there were a lot of questions - is the hunger there? is this team getting old? The PTB may just have tugged the tiger’s tail - any talk of unrest in the camp - well we’ll see about that.
Meanwhile the disciplinary process groans and threatens to collapse.
Rebel Reaction
The chairman of Ó hAilpín’s Na Piarsaigh club, Denis O’Neill said: “Seán has been an outstanding servant to the GAA, to his club and county over a long and distinguished career and does not deserve to be treated this way.
“In all the years he has been playing with the club I’ve never seen him pull a foul stroke or get involved in any fighting.”
Bride Rovers delegate to the County Board, John Arnold: “I’m of the view that Cork should go the whole hog and appeal their three suspensions.
“When you take into account all the misdemeanours they may have done, and stack them up against what they have given to their clubs and counties over the years, what happened in Thurles wasn’t a storm in a teacup, but a breeze in a thimble.
“You cannot say an offence is better or worse because school children were present.
“Anybody who knows anything about hurling and saw what went on the same day in Portlaoise between Offaly and Laois, people were saying that was different because players received yellow cards, my point to that is this: you could say with some justification there was malaise of forethought involved in that game. The centre field players knew months in advance that they were going to be standing side by side at that appointed time.
“Since last October when the draws were made, they knew it. In the case of the Cork and Clare players it was the last thing on their minds when they went to Thurles that day and on leaving the dressing rooms that they were ever going to be at such close quarters. In my view it was purely circumstantial, unplanned, that brought the two teams out of the tunnel together. What the authorities should have done was write to all the players in question, severely reprimand them, fine both county boards and leave it at that.
Talking Balls has never met Mr Arnold - lucky for him I hear you say, dear Reader. But for a Corkman he certainly talks a lot of sense.
CAC cackhanded or just Cack?
The Central Appeals Committee decided they would not hear appeals on Thursday from the magnificent seven as hurling fans have dubbed the Rebels and Banner boys. Why hurry themselves when they have taken aeons to get this far. Sure Friday’s a much better day and they can all go to the pub afterwards. Sources claim the Cork team were training and didn’t want to disrupt their plans. In a typically crystal clear piece of gaelic and athletic prolix thinking the Examiner reports that the Clare County Board confirmed unofficially that there would be no hearing last night, Thursday. “We have heard nothing but there’s nothing happening tonight. That’s definite.”
In a separate development it has been revealed that the committee was deliberately named CAC because it is what it says on the tin. Meanwhile senior Hollywood figures have been spotted round Blarney, the Cliffs of Moher, Cork Airport and Shannon researching locations for a new blockbuster called CAC 22. In the book of the film CAC 22 it describes a paradox in law where one is a victim regardless of the choice he or she makes. It can mean anything can be done to you that you can not prevent hmmm. The film will focus on a group of sportsmen who are insanely fit and want to play in one of the biggest games of the year but the CAC insanely can’t manage to get a meeting in time for the match even though they and the players want to. Now that’s what’s called CAC.
Beleaguered Banner Boss Bullish
Clare manager Tony Considine doesn’t miss when he gives it a lash with his tongue (can we say that?). However Talking Balls can exclusively confirm that he was not calling County Chairman Michael McDonagh an onanist, but rather was suggesting the Chairman was speaking for himself when he suggested the Banner might boot the toys out of the cot and the team out of the Championship. Championship interruptus asks Talking Balls? Tony told RTE:
‘I believe that the chairman went on a solo here himself. We’re definitely not pulling out of the Championship. We know we’ve a tough game against a good Antrim team up there, we know we’ll be down a few players but no, no way were we pulling out of the Championship. We’re actually looking forward to the rest of the Championship.”
Went on a solo? Sounds like a teeshirt…
For those not up to speed or bored shitless by the whole sorry episode, Tony is also mightly miffed that the Clare board has turned down hiw request for a postponement of the Club Championship. Again, pulling low and hard:
‘If the chairman is really worried about us having players missing, maybe he should have a look at the Senior Club Championship in Clare that’s going ahead next week. If he could see his way to calling off that, where we could have more injuries to county players, maybe then that would be more in his line to do something like that, rather than talking about us pulling out of the Championship.’
Tony should be glad he doesn’t live in Tyrone or he would have half a team! “Nobody likes us, we don’t Clare” I hear them sing.
Letting the Bottle out of the Cork?
Brian Corcoran’s fascinating autobiography Every Single Ball describes how Roy Keane showed up at a training session last summer to give the squad the ‘benefit’ of his experience. Donal Óg, Sully and Sean Óg aren’t the first Corkmen to handbag it up to the max in the tunnel pre-match. Remember Man United v Arsenal when Keano trimmed a few inches of the lanky Patrick Viera. And these the players that civilly walk onto the pitch together according to the outraged pundits from the Sunday Blame Game. Corcoran describes how Keane told them who were the ‘bluffers’ and ‘muppets’ and who were the ‘warriors’. Corcoran writes: “That Tunnel in Highbury was his trench and he only wanted certain players in it.” Pin drop and penny drop.
Remember the scene? All TV viewers could hear was “Roy, Roy, Roy”. Patrick Vieira appeared looking like the classroom bully that’s been busted by the wee lad from the year below. The reason - Roy Keane. “I’m from Cork boy,” sez Keano, “I’ll see you out there,” before rounding on ref Graham Poll telling him Viera was threatening Gary Neville (even though he’s a twat). “Every week you pretend like you’re a nice guy,” Keane continued before adding, “see you out there” and a final “tell him to shut the f*** up about it”. He muttered: “If I’d my hurley, boy, your ribs would be for the barbecue. You’re lucky Sully’s not here.”
All Viera did was pick on Gary Neville - understandable to many. But not if you’re from Cork. Keane again:
“Patrick Vieira is six-foot four and he’s getting right into Gary Neville, sees him as an easy target and I’m not having it” sez our man sticking up for someone who is - er the same size as him. It later emerged that Roy had raised the issue of the boul Patrick’s charity work in his African birthplace, Keane said “if you love Senegal so much, why don’t you go play for them”? Vieira’s somewhat predictable but reasonable response was that Keano couldn’t really talk having abandoned Ireland in Japan. The answer, he wouldn’t have done it if he was playing for Cork. Last word to Keano to his fellow Rebels last summer:
“It’s there for ye too. I’ve always seen Cork and United as the same. The standard bearers…”
Corcáioch.
Pulling off the Ball
With all this chat about pulling off the ball, one lady in England has found to her dismay that taking the age old advice seriously can land you in the clink and Talking Balls thinks that even an appeal to the DRA won’t get her off this one.
London based tv station, the BBC, tells us that Amanda Monti, 24, flew into a rage when her former partner, Geoffrey Jones, rejected her advances at the end of a house party, Liverpool Crown Court heard. Psyched to the max, the court heard she pulled off his left testicle and tried to swallow it, before spitting it out. A friend handed it back to Mr Jones saying: “That’s yours.”
Yes, bad enough that we reported Keith Richards snorting his da, now a dirty low down pull that went badly wrong. To what lengths will Talking Balls go to get a story. To any lengths we answer - remember, the inches you need are everywhere around you.
Monti admitted wounding and was jailed for two-and-a-half years.
The defendant had picked up her former lover a party in Crosby and went back for drinks. An argument ensued - as they do - and a shemozzle broke out. In his statement, Mr Jones said she grabbed his genitals and “pulled hard”. He added: “That caused my underpants to come off and I found I was completely naked and in excruciating pain.” I suppose these things do happen - look at Eddie Brennan last Sunday, reported above.
The court heard that a friend saw Monti put Mr Jones’s testicle into her mouth and try to swallow it. She choked and spat it back into her hand before the friend grabbed it and gave it back to Mr Jones. Doctors were unable to re-attach the organ.
The plaintiff added: “I have challenged myself to explain what has happened but still I just cannot remember. This has caused much anguish to me and will do for the rest of my life.” Yes it will, his remaining ball will be on its Geoffrey Jones.
Dessie Farrell used the word ‘harrowing’ last week to describe narrow defeats. No Dessie, some mad bitch ripping one of your bollix off - now that’s harrowing. So coaches, the next time you tell your players to pull hard, remember the fool Monti.
Eamon Coleman - Legend
Eamon Coleman died on Monday aged 59. A lot has been said and written in the last week. The bottom line is that Eamon led his native county to their first All Ireland title and no-one could ever take that away from him. When you consider that he fell out with the Derry Co Board allegedly over £50 a week expenses… Had there been a back door Coleman’s Derry would have been a threat for a number of years.
Celebrant Fr Brian Darcy put it better than most at the Requiem Mass:
“It’s a wonderful attribute that we still have in our country and particularly in the GAA - that is we still know how to honour a king. We still know how to pay tribute to a man who brought enormous honour to his native parish.’
Eamon was a true hero of the GAA and he will be missed. Talking Balls salutes you Eamon Coleman - no Coleman balls here - you were the real deal.
Ripped off and ripping: Ger’s not happy
This week, Ger’s pissed off - big time - at suggestions he’s being ripped off. As championship fever gets up he looks at the issue of fixture congestion. Bad for the bowels he tells us and who are we to argue. Ger Manas the man in the know give it to you straight.
I was down the country one day there last week and I came upon an oul newspaper - I’m not going to mention the name in case one of the them lawyers like that big fella Logan or Joe Brolly gets on me back - that was running stuff that was fierce like some of the things I be chattin to yous people about every week. Now I don’t like talking about football at the best of times and the fella that asked me to do this had to talk me into it as I have nathin much to say most of the time. I like me football, me hurling, bit of camogie, backing the wimmin and ridin the horses and that and the wife was worried the oul blood pressure wouldn’t stand up to seeing this oul shite in print every week. Nat a newspaper I toul her again and again - it’s for teletext or some damn oul thing. Anyway, the next thing I gets a call from the Talking Balls fella - someone has asked was I writing for another paper under a bomb de prune I think he called it. Away te f*** sez I, sure it’s a big enough pain in the hole doin this for ye, I don’t even like it so why would I be at that. Anyway, what was a verbal agreement has now been put on paper and I now have an ‘exclusivity deal’ whatever the f*** that is. So for all you bollixes that are lookin for me ye can go and jump in yon place. As if!
The weather there was great for the likes of mesel, I’ve an oul arthritic hip I got from kicking the ball out in the oul days when the full-back took the kickouts and the poc outs. The goalies then were useless sacks of shite - none of this Donal Cusack or Cluxton stuff. The chances of a goalkeeper in them days developing a tee for kicking the ball - me bag. Well the only tee they knew they drank it after jogging round the field in last place.
I was lying up there in the sun, not a care in the world - couple of oul nights training. We were planning a teambuilding trip but the boys fell out over how much beer to bring. There’s an alcoholic fella moved up to our club from Tipperary and he’s like a f***in monk. Jaze Geezer wouldn’t get a look in with this hoor. He refused, wait for it, refused, to wear the reserve football shirt because it was sponsored by the local pub. ‘What drink done to my life yerra.’ Sez he. ‘What I’ll do to your hole with my toe if you don’t put that shirt on ye now you bollox.’ That was before we found out he was a great boy altogether and I mean that if you’re reading this Dan.
Anyway, there was me lying about taking the sun, the oul grandchildren footering round when next thing it starts pishing rain. It lashed and lashed. We’d agreed to play back to back hurlin and football and the next thing the county secretary - starchy oul bitch she is too - phoned the secretary to say both games were off due to the pitches being ‘unplayable’. Thought that was the ref’s job sez I. Twas but the games is off.
The danger we have now is that there’s a big pile up in the summer and with county teams and what not we’ll likely be playin on boxin day. I don’t like it when games get called off. I get fierce sensations in me bowels coming up to games and I’m not too fussed now about using the oul facilities round grounds if you know what I mean. Ye’d get a fierce slagging from the boys if you bombed the Bismarck in the oul dressing room gents and it’s worse with camogie teams although I never seen anything in my life like camogs for havin to go to the bog. Must be a women thing altho’ funny the wife’s not like that. The result is I get a fierce build up of pressure before games and I don’t feel great at all.
I see there’s rows all round the show about this. Clare’s crying cos games are on, Mickey Hartes sez tear away, next things half his team’s banjaxed; in Derry they added two new rounds in the league just to balls up Paddy Crozier a bit more - I’m certain of that. In Kerry they played away although their county season doesn’t start for about another six weeks. There’s just not enough weeks in the year for all these games. There’s chat of that player burnout - well my phone’s near burnt out phoning hoors to say it’s on, it’s off.
In my day, ye played yer games and stopped yer whining. My record was playing eight games in six days - mixture of hurling and football. Sure ye never needed to train. I remember then in the seventies there was one of the Dublin players had a hamstring. Well the next night every boy was talking about their hamstring being sore but not a single one of them knew where it was. I didn’t know either so I toul them it was the area between an arsehole and a ballbag. End of story. Come to think of it them fellas that wrote the stuff like mine in that other paper probably have hamstring problems.
I see that young lad McGirr that died playing for Tyrone has a charity named after him and they’re doing great work out in Africa. If you have a few Euro left after the mass collection, yer beer and the bookies, send it on.
June 15th, 2007 at 7:45 pm
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