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A Critics’s Corner – Ch 20 – The Overseas “Player” 9 (or how to waste thousands!) |
May 18th, 2012
20 – PAY ME MY MONEY DOWN
As I mentioned earlier, one of the many things we had to adjust to following our admission to the new league was the concept of the overseas player. We’d never had an overseas player in our history until we joined the Aire Wharfe League, unless that is, you counted Johnny Escoe...
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