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| | The Observer | Sport | The day I met Ian St John |
 | | By the fifth hole lightning crackled overhead and we were called in off the course. |
 | | In the changing rooms, I spotted St John, towel strapped round waist, leaving the shower area. |
 | | 'I work for Goal magazine.' Without missing a beat, St John dropped his towel and, fully naked and dripping wet, said: 'Good for you, Sonny.' Then he cut me dead and went off to comb his hair. |
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