Okay. I'm feeling a little guilty. The stress taxi was so, so cute I didn't have the heart to chuck him on the pitch knowing that he'd end up mingled with all the uneaten chips and other detritus of a matchday in some dump somewhere.
So, guessing that he'd feel a little let down about not achieving his purpose in life, I took him on holiday.
Here he is snuggled up and keeping warm at the Hilton Gatwick
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Why couldn't you say that one got kicked off the pitch and landed in your pocket by mistake and you didn't notice until you got home.
On our way!