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STANDING in his grey vest and luminous orange dungarees, Dave rubs his bristly chin and ponders his future. "I think we have been set up. They'll say they'll give us jobs at other pits, but they could be miles away and we will lose all the benefits we have here. I have no idea what I'll do, but most of us will just take redundo and see what happens."
Dave stands more than 6ft tall and has arms the size of legs and legs the size of a boy's torso. But as he wandered around the Asfordby superpit for the last time yesterday he...