Bruce Stevens, until recently manager of Hastings Villains, stared disconsolately at his Samsung Galaxy S9 in Coral Blue, as he read the news reports of his sacking. The phone effortlessly navigated the internet on Google Chrome, its powerful 2.7Gh Octa-Core CPU showing the information at a market-leading speed.
The reports had not been kind to him, focusing on all his perceived shortcomings whilst blithely ignoring the progress the club had made under his leadership. Did they not make the English Championship XIX Post-Season Play-Off Final? Had they not been led by renowned multiculturalist Terry Johns, only to miss out by the narrowest of margins? Stevens pondered the iniquity of it all momentarily before being startled out of his reverie by the telephone. Who could this be? he thought, using his brain... |  |
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