The rain crashed against my office window at Spotland, the weather was horrible tonight so I had to cancel training. I was busy typing away an email to my cousin in Australia (I'm part Australian) when there was a knock on the door.
"Come in!" I said. The door opened and behind it stood Peter Cavanagh.
"Hi boss, I wanted to speak to you about the fact that you stripped me off my captaincy."
"Oh no, not this again," I quietly whispered.
"Yeah, what is it Peter?".
"Well, it's just that I'm not happy at the way I've been stripped off my role as club captain."
"Peter. You missed training twice in a row, what did you expect?" I said.
"You shouldn't have taken me off as club captain then!" he was almost yelling at this point.
"I'm your manager and I think you should give me some respect."
"I'm not happy about this, Credible. Not happy at all."
"You're not a good role model, and calling me by my surname isn't going to scare me into re-instating you. I think Thomson would be a better captain, at least he trains hard every week."
"I don't think I can work with you anymore, you're a clown that tries to emulate Keith Hill, but fails every time!"
"You know what, get out. Get the hell out of my office, right now." As his mouth opened to let loose obscenities, I was quick to respond.
"In fact, let me look for your contract." I opened up the filing cabinet behind me and searched for his contract.
"Right... A, B, C... Cavanagh. Here we are," I said as I pulled out the envelope and took out the contract.
"If you think I'm a clown, you can pack your bags and fuck off out of this club. I'm not having this." I ripped the piece of paper to shreds and said,
"We'll give you your few thousand pounds for compensation, but I never want to see your face again. Pack your bags and get out, you don't belong to Rochdale anymore."
A look of extreme disgust passed his face as he swivelled around and stormed out of the office, screaming at the top of his lungs.
"I guess the 'clown' is having the last laugh now, Cavanagh." I said to myself as I binned the torn up contract and rung Mr. Dunphy to inform him of this.
No-one, I repeat
no-one messes with Justin Credible...