godscop
09-09-2003, 04:09 PM
Pulled from another site.....
Chapter 1
"I was born in Stalybridge in 1904 & have been a United supporter all my life. In fact the first game I ever went to was with me old man, the ECF in 1968 when I was 3 and a half. What a night that was...we won ...er I think. Yes, that's right, I'm sure David Beckham rounded the keeper for one of them & that other bloke got 2.
Anyway, I digress. So I get the United job. It was a dream come true. My dream post, what with being a lifelong United fan and that. Oh, the £600K helped, it's true, but it was my Dream job".
Chapter 3
"I loved Alex Ferguson. The man was a legend. Ever since I was a boy, aged 4 in 1983, the year Sir Alex was knighted I think I'm right in saying, I worshipped that man. After all, he'd broken the duopoly in Scotland hadn't he, with that never-to-be-forgotten Airdrie side of his. The way they beat AC Milan to gain the Scottish Cup at Wembley was well, unforgettable. Especially as his team were all Scottish you know. I mean, they're shit at footy, aren't they? When I got the chance to work along side him at Manchester plc, it was a dream come true. Obviously, being a lifelong fan of Manchester - my hero as a kid of 6 in 1988 standing on the Stretford Road End North Tier III was always the late great Denis Pearson - I jumped at the chance.
We didn't get off to a good start actually. Once while he was on holiday in the closed season, I snopaked the words "Football Club" out of the revised Club crest that he had approved. I mean, it was uncalled for really, wasn't it. Well, what an over-reaction. Two little words! I ask you. Still, we got over it & became the best of chums".
Chapter 7
"Where did it all start to go wrong with that bastard Ferguson? Well, from the start really. He was always so bloody keen on football. I mean he had no business acumen whatsoever. I tried telling him that building a corporate conglomerate business worldwide household leisure brand name trade mark multi-doodar doublespeak bollox is what The Football Club was all about, but he kept going on & on about players, and injuries, history, glory & goals & spending money etc. No clue!
And rude?!! My word he had a foul temper & a foul mouth to go with it. I remember once I'd just got back from Paris, where I'd promised PSG to fax over written confirmation of the £20m I'd promised them. OK, so it was a bit of an exaggeration. I said £20m to them, obviously coz I had a plane to catch, but what I meant was £11m. I mean, that's in the same ballpark innit? Anyway, I forgot the fax altogether & I only remembered it when we were half way to the States, didn't I? Apparently by then, the kid we were interested in (can't remember his name) had only gone & joined a bunch of bankrupt Spaniards!!! Well, that's hardly my fault is it? But you should have heard his language. Effed & blinded at me for hours. Even called me an "effin baldy nomark!!". It was humiliating. And in front of the players too. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, but I was too proud to cry in front of that beast! Had my wife or dear old mam been with me, I'd have gone running to them for a cuddle & an ego massage! But I stood toe to toe with him, like a man, and said..."stop it you nasty horrible man" & I turned, my dignity intact, and walked to my seat and watched the rest of the In-flight movie on my own. That showed him who was boss. "
Final Chapter
So anyway, as I was saying. I was born in Croydon, in the heart of London's trendy West End. A died in the wool true bloo! I was brought up in the heady day of 1971 (when I was just a wee lad of 14) when we won the first of our numerous trophies. OK, so it would be another 20 odd years before we'd win anything again, but with great legends like Stevie Kember, Alan Birchinall, Peter Rhodes-Brown & Mark Bosnich to fall back on, I don't think we are found wanting in the history stakes, eh.? Legends all.
So Romy (as I call him) rings me & says (through an interpreter, obviously) " Veron for £15m & I'll give you a job too. £1.25m per year for doing niet, as obviously I'll be doing the negotiating, what with your track record!!". Well I mean, what "a challenge" that would be. I could hardly turn it down, what with being a died in the wool bloo & all".."
Chapter 1
"I was born in Stalybridge in 1904 & have been a United supporter all my life. In fact the first game I ever went to was with me old man, the ECF in 1968 when I was 3 and a half. What a night that was...we won ...er I think. Yes, that's right, I'm sure David Beckham rounded the keeper for one of them & that other bloke got 2.
Anyway, I digress. So I get the United job. It was a dream come true. My dream post, what with being a lifelong United fan and that. Oh, the £600K helped, it's true, but it was my Dream job".
Chapter 3
"I loved Alex Ferguson. The man was a legend. Ever since I was a boy, aged 4 in 1983, the year Sir Alex was knighted I think I'm right in saying, I worshipped that man. After all, he'd broken the duopoly in Scotland hadn't he, with that never-to-be-forgotten Airdrie side of his. The way they beat AC Milan to gain the Scottish Cup at Wembley was well, unforgettable. Especially as his team were all Scottish you know. I mean, they're shit at footy, aren't they? When I got the chance to work along side him at Manchester plc, it was a dream come true. Obviously, being a lifelong fan of Manchester - my hero as a kid of 6 in 1988 standing on the Stretford Road End North Tier III was always the late great Denis Pearson - I jumped at the chance.
We didn't get off to a good start actually. Once while he was on holiday in the closed season, I snopaked the words "Football Club" out of the revised Club crest that he had approved. I mean, it was uncalled for really, wasn't it. Well, what an over-reaction. Two little words! I ask you. Still, we got over it & became the best of chums".
Chapter 7
"Where did it all start to go wrong with that bastard Ferguson? Well, from the start really. He was always so bloody keen on football. I mean he had no business acumen whatsoever. I tried telling him that building a corporate conglomerate business worldwide household leisure brand name trade mark multi-doodar doublespeak bollox is what The Football Club was all about, but he kept going on & on about players, and injuries, history, glory & goals & spending money etc. No clue!
And rude?!! My word he had a foul temper & a foul mouth to go with it. I remember once I'd just got back from Paris, where I'd promised PSG to fax over written confirmation of the £20m I'd promised them. OK, so it was a bit of an exaggeration. I said £20m to them, obviously coz I had a plane to catch, but what I meant was £11m. I mean, that's in the same ballpark innit? Anyway, I forgot the fax altogether & I only remembered it when we were half way to the States, didn't I? Apparently by then, the kid we were interested in (can't remember his name) had only gone & joined a bunch of bankrupt Spaniards!!! Well, that's hardly my fault is it? But you should have heard his language. Effed & blinded at me for hours. Even called me an "effin baldy nomark!!". It was humiliating. And in front of the players too. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, but I was too proud to cry in front of that beast! Had my wife or dear old mam been with me, I'd have gone running to them for a cuddle & an ego massage! But I stood toe to toe with him, like a man, and said..."stop it you nasty horrible man" & I turned, my dignity intact, and walked to my seat and watched the rest of the In-flight movie on my own. That showed him who was boss. "
Final Chapter
So anyway, as I was saying. I was born in Croydon, in the heart of London's trendy West End. A died in the wool true bloo! I was brought up in the heady day of 1971 (when I was just a wee lad of 14) when we won the first of our numerous trophies. OK, so it would be another 20 odd years before we'd win anything again, but with great legends like Stevie Kember, Alan Birchinall, Peter Rhodes-Brown & Mark Bosnich to fall back on, I don't think we are found wanting in the history stakes, eh.? Legends all.
So Romy (as I call him) rings me & says (through an interpreter, obviously) " Veron for £15m & I'll give you a job too. £1.25m per year for doing niet, as obviously I'll be doing the negotiating, what with your track record!!". Well I mean, what "a challenge" that would be. I could hardly turn it down, what with being a died in the wool bloo & all".."