Manchester Gregorians // Usurping Kings

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"Aye lad, just sign right there," the chairman said, pushing his chubby fingers onto the paper. I was so ready to start doing things again. I hadn't worked since I lost my last job six months ago, so the routine of sitting in front of a television watching Jeremy Kyle re-runs was getting old quickly.

I took the fountain pen and scribbled my name, 'Jason Tkuczak' on the contract, before putting the lid back on and placing it back down. I smiled, pulled out my phone and took a picture that I'd put on Instagram later. The job wasn't the best paid, but it was enough to live off.

"Good stuff" the chairman chuckled from across the desk. He was a balding man in his forties, with a portly stomach and a ill-fitting suit. He had no facial hair, leaving his double chin open to the elements. Thick beads of sweat dribbled down the side of his temple, as if it was him signing the contract and not me.

"Right. Obviously you know about how much we're paying you. We've got some decent players right now, but feel free to browse the market and sign some more, as we're an amateur team - we don't pay wages. The staff you'll be working with, we'll sign, as the last manager took his staff with him."

I couldn't concentrate. I was raring to go. He reminded me of the Fat Controller from Thomas The Tank Engine from when I was a kid. Hell, I still am a kid. I'm only twenty-two.