Without a club since his release from Newcastle,
Fabrice Pancrate is hoping the power of prayer will succeed where his agent has failed. "Hoffenheim, Malaga, Blackpool, and Nancy is possible. Amen," he said into a microphone, as cameras rolled, the congregation whooped and a man blew into a musical instrument in the shape of one of Pancrate's headless runs down the wing. Like his crossing, though, he's probably aiming a bit too high.
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