Awhile back Spång grudgingly took Fredrik, Lars and myself to one of his projects in Bohuslan. The arete sat on a sweet block just off a back road and looked to be fairly simple but proved to be far from it. Spång's fear that we'd quickly dispatch his project proved unfounded and for a brief moment it appeared that we'd have to limp away with bleeding tips and crushed egos. In the end I scraped over the top for the f.a. after Lars punted off the top.
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