Schiss gerade real...
Fast asleep Gazbuscus was awoken to the shrill sound of the telephone. “It’s 7.30am damn it! Vat could be so important!” He stumbled out of bed and down the stairs, “Guten Tag?”
Mysterious Voice: “Ah yes, Hello err Guten Tag. Please may I Speak with Herr Buttmünch”
Gazbuscus: “Ja, this is Herr VON Buttmünch, vat can I do for you?”
Mysterious Voice: “Herr Von Buttmünch this is Barry Kilby, I represent the board at Burnley Football based in England. I am calling in response to your application.
Gazbuscus nearly dropped the phone in amazement; can it be? The break he had been waiting for all this time?
Gazbuscus: “Err.. Ja, Ja zat vas me but I have to say I am a little surprised zat you call, I um, vell, vat can I do for you Mr Kilby?”
Barry: “ We are in a bit of a pinch, our last manager has walked out on us and we are struggling to fill the vacancy. Quite frankly we are getting desperate and wondered if you would at all be interested in coming over for an interview… all expenses paid of course”
He couldn’t believe what he had just heard “Schiss“ he muttered under his breath “I vill be there mr Kilby“. And with that they exchanged details. Shit just got real he thought, now where did I put my pants?
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