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Love this bit "I used to cover Ipswich quite a lot when I was first starting out as a reporter, hours spent on Greater Anglia trains and rail replacement buses for the privilege of being bawled at by Roy Keane every other weekend. What struck me most, even back then, was the absence of hope. The sense of faded prestige. The sober realisation that this was a place with more past than future."