I'm currently at the Worsley Park Marriott Hotel in Manchester. Having spent a couple of hours in the bar, I came out to see the entire Posh squad in reception. I told CMS he should sign for us, he just looked embarrassed. I then requested a refund on Mclean, that went down like a lead balloon. I think I'm unlikely to get any work as an agent.
Did you also ask McAnthony if he thought Ferguson would fookoff to a big club again as soon as the chance presented itself?
it's not often u get to call OLM a plonker.. (in the nicest possible way) I know for a fact that Araon Mclean was much loved at the Posh - you can probably blame your actions on alcohol but if NP gets a sniff of this you'll be on the naughty step..
Haha we all do stupid things when we've been on the piss. I was in the back of a taxi with my mate one night when he tried to jump out of it at some traffic lights. What he didn't realise is that we were still going 40mph and ended up cracking his skull and braking his jaw.
I feel a bit rough today. Turns out Giggy's been living in the hotel, at least according to my cabbie. Which ever one of the teams for tomorrows game is staying there must be confident, they've got the function room booked for a victory party tomorrow night.
If you happen to see Warren Joyce, you can make up for your previous boob by ordering an orange juice & then persuading him to lend us Obertan, Cleverley, Amos or Diouf..