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‘Dawson, you’re a prick!’

The opening line hit me between the eyes.

‘You’re a disgrace to your team, to yourself and to your country. I’m glad you lost. In fact I couldn’t be happier. Thank God I’m not English.’

There was no signature on the letter, which had been penned in scruffy handwriting. Only a South Wales postmark on the envelope offered any clue as to its source.

I took a bite of toast and shuffled through the rest of the pile. A couple of bills, a flyer offering deep-pan pizzas delivered within 30 minutes of ordering ‘or your money back’, and another letter addressed by hand to Matt Dawson, England captain. It was from an elderly gentleman who got straight to the point. He had fought in World War Two and he was disgusted by the way I had led my team. Back in his day, he wrote, I would not have survived as the leader of a platoon. The language was more acceptable, but the sentiment was the same.