Jonathan Woodgate has returned home from Tottenham's Chigwell training base in Enfield.

As soon as he entered the door, he threw the car keys on the sofa and collapsed.

In the empty mansion, only his own movements were left.

If he didn't move, he could probably hear his heartbeat.

I don't know since when, he has become accustomed to this kind of life, and people have become accustomed to watching

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