Blimey, you’re running about like a blue-arsed fly, kowtowing to everyone else’s whims, aren’t ya? It’s like you’re the only mug putting in the elbow grease while the rest of the gaggle are off gallivanting, picking daisies. You’re hoping for a bit of the old team spirit, a touch of the Dunkirk spirit, but it seems like most of ’em wouldn’t give a toss if the ship was sinking. They’re about as bothered as a cat in a creamery. Lucky charm for ya: A four-leaf clover. Not that it’ll make those lazy sods work any harder, but at least it might help you find a pot of gold to buy yourself a decent team.

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