(Manager is seated, anxious as he fiddles with a pen on the table..)
Player: (on the phone) alright I’ll see you later.
To manager: how’s it going gaffer?
Manager: I was hoping I’d run into you actually, can I see you for a minute?
(Player walks in and sits)
Player: yeah sure what’s up?
Manager: Well I’m in a bit of a situation. I owe some people money and there is only one way I can think of getting the money back.
Player: And that is… (Sceptical)
Manager: I need you and the boys to fix the game
Player: (Amazed) But that can jeopardise my career
Manager: You won’t come out of this deal empty handed. I guarantee it.
I’ve got contacts in Spain Madrid
(Slides and pen a contract to him)
Player: £90,000 a week?
Manager: I take that as a yes then.
(Both stand up and shake hands.)
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