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   <title>New Statesman - <![CDATA[Max Clifford]]></title>
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   <title><![CDATA[I've never spent much time wrestling with my conscience, though I've often been told I should]]></title>
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   <pubDate>Mon, 06 Mar 2000 12:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
   <dc:creator>Max Clifford</dc:creator>
  
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<p>How times change. Here I am in the chairman's box at Fulham Football Club alongside representatives of the president of Venezuela and surrounded by some of the most famous people from the world of football. It's Craven Cottage, it's a cold Tuesday evening and in front of me the best young players from this country are playing the Argentinian under-21s on the same pitch where over 50 years ago I  <a href="http://www.newstatesman.com/200003060005">[...]</a></p>
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