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This is top flight time machine, I am Andy Dorsen, per-per-per-per-how.

I am Sam Mr Delaney, so wrong. It's the Melchester Odyssey again. We're almost at the end of the

book, the best of Royal The Rovers, 200 nip urges of scorching soccer action that we've been

going through for a fucking year and a half probably and then we're just going to continue

on I think with the issues which are in my private collection, in my archive and I'll be scanning

those and delivering them to Mr Delaney by a courier, yeah. A motorbike courier mate? A motorbike courier,

yeah of course, so we can just continue on the story because you know it's not just at

never ends. We kind of got bit distracted last time, by like this and that, we were just at the

point where Kenny Logan was under a lot of pressure because his dad had turned up with Roy,

just after Roy had solved the attempted murder case. Arthur Logan is trying to be convinced by Roy

that it's for the best that Kenny remains a footballer and doesn't become an estate agent

somewhere in Scotland. Blacky Grit has just mis-timed a header, she fell to Logan, who's not at his best

anywhere. It says it was then the young scotter glanced up sharply and the description from the

lampards in the crowd comes, go what's that supposed to be? A wild lofted pass aimed at no one in

particular and Logan's just whacked this mis-timed header from Blacky on the volley,

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