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It was inter­est­ing to meet up with Steve Evans again last week, both down at Crawley and sub­se­quently after his team’s very impres­sive win over Hull.
The tubby Glaswegian used to manage Stamford, where I live, before moving up the road to Boston and over a five year period as manager of the Pilgrims defraud­ing the Revenue in the interests of getting Boston into the Football League. Which he did, at the expense of Dagenham and Redbridge, who weren’t defraud­ing anybody. There might have been a bit less crowing when he was finally caught had his appalling behaviour on the touchline not con­sis­tently infu­ri­ated opposing sup­port­ers. Most of whom no doubt reckon the fact he only got a one year suspended sentence meant he pretty much got away with it.
Like a lot of chancers, however, one on one there’s something very likeable about Steve. Whether he read the piece I wrote after inter­view­ing him for The Indy I don’t know — probably not, because after the game he shook hands with a big grin. Steve reckons he’s served his time — pen­i­ten­tially, if not literally — and that the team he has put together down in Sussex are proving he’s a genuinely good manager. And you know what, I think they are.