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| This is a reserve team with a reserve team coach playing in the Championship. Its unfortunate but that is it. There are only several players on this team that are good enough for this league. we all know who the decent players are - Mort, Hill, Higson, Stanton etc...
I think Leigh are just happy to not get relegated this season. What happens next season is anyones guess. Halifax, Barrow, Fev etc are far far better than Leigh.
There is obviously no money at Leigh as can be seen by the no decent signings. I don't know what Neil Kelly must be thinking but I think he has been pushed upstairs. It was obvious something wasn' t right at Leigh. Rowley isn't the man to coach Leigh, that's his dads doing. We are no better than last season under Darren Shaw. We are fast becoming a laughing stock.
No ambition, no money but plenty of good young lads and a very good ex coach and a 1st class ground. What a pity we have lemmings leading us into Championship1.
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| Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide;
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me.
Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
Earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see—
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.
I need Thy presence every passing hour;
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s pow’r?
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.
I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness;
Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.
Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies;
Heav’n’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
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