4th March, 2014

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4th March, 2014I had heard rumblings that something might be going down at Shyton United, that changes would soon be taking place on an industrial scale. Big changes and rumblings at Shyton United were not at all uncommon, as this was a club that this season had become like the British weather – constantly changing and making you as moody as a pregnant Welsh teenager. We went down to the training ground and met up with Oren in the changing room. He was cleaning somebody’s football boots, and doing a top-notch job in getting rid of the mud. Perhaps this would be his new job soon, as there were mutterings that after the untimely demise of Alexander Kovich, Oren would soon be shown the door. OREN: No, no, I don’t feel under-fire at all. Sometimes you go through difficult spells but we are i

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