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FEELINGS ARE RUNNING HIGH AMONG the post-race crowd gathering in the ‘Crown & Sprocket’.
“That ref was well out of order,” fumes the man in the Red Bull beanie, sucking froth off the top of his pint. “It was bleedin’ obvious. Max only went across the white line ’cos your bloke put him there.”
“Nuffink to do with Lewis,” snorts the Mercedes hoodie, a dribble of Hofbrau running down his chin. “He was running full width of the park and creating chances. If someone puts a sliding tackle up
