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| Popping the champagne |
The gathered handful of journalists and photographers may have been assembled expecting a glimpse of Olly Murs, who is playing an upcoming gig on the club's pitch, but this mattered not to CEG manager Dyson.
Regardless of the shocked and stunned faces that highlighted the group of bamboozled paps expecting a cockney pop idol, Dyson strolled in like a Roman Emperor who had just returned from battle . Oozing panache and style as he faced the puzzled onlookers, Dyson asked for questions from the floor; leaving a bemused Smash Hits writer to ask Dyson on whether he thought Olly should have actually won X Factor .
After taking the question on board, an uneasy and very long silence fell before, just when it hit a level of uncomfortableness normally reserved for a Xmas grandpa sex joke, Dyson broke into laughter.
"You nearly had me there," he quaffed, before rattling on something about the fact his side had beaten a managerless division 7 side in the cup was in fact a massive win, as it got his youngsters an extra 2 games.
Upon realising that the journalists had actually all left before he got half way through his sentence Dyson, alone in the room, just stared at the back wall and started nodding with a fixed glare in his eyes. And he carried on, just nodding and staring, staring and nodding.
Some say he is still there now, and even the clubs security guard has gone home in disbelief that such a loonatic was given charge of a team. But then some even wonder what the point of this press release actually is? The point is one extra form training and 70k for a rainy day .
And with that I shall return to nodding and staring .
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