Master Yates
John Robertson
My memory of him was the game at Millwall. He didn't look like he was enjoying himself.
I don't blame him. He was twenty-one, from Murcia, in South Bermondsey being called a #### any time his team won a throw-in. I think it was lashing it down too. It was a Friday night, which is not as notoriously difficult as a Tuesday night, but still. Then our main striker came on and scored within sixty seconds. Then scored again. Which didn't make Mir look any better.
He was so bad in that game, like they’d pulled someone from the crowd to play up front.
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