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I'm doing a phd in chemistry tentigo power ingredients There was a time when he was not every stranger’s mate. In the Eighties, as the greatest middle-distance runner of his and perhaps any age, he was revered but not adored. Most of us favoured his rival Steve Ovett, the chippy outsider – Lennon to Coe’s blander, smoother McCartney. “Yeah, I know, I was always the posh bloke,” he says good humouredly, “although I wasn’t.” His mother was half Punjabi; his father and trainer, Peter Coe, the card-carrying Communist son of East End parents.
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