SHOWDOWN TALKS...
Knock, knock, knock
CONNOLLY: Come in.
GABBY: Hi boss.
CONNOLLY: Gabby - What can I do for you?
GABBY: No point in beating around the bush here. I've been at the club since I was 8 - that's 20 years.
I have won more in your two and a half seasons here than I had the other seventeen and a bit years and I thank you for it.
I'm not being ungrateful, but I would like to move. I owe it to myself to try something new while I'm still at my peak.
CONNOLLY: I hear what you're saying mate, but we really harbour ambitions of winning the Premiership in the next few seasons... If you leave and that happens, how gutted will you feel that you didn't stick around with your hometown club for that moment of glory?
GABBY: My agent is in talks with Manchester City already, all we need is to agree a fee.
CONNOLLY: I'm disappointed that you have went behind my back and started negotiations with that shower of shit. We've beaten them TWICE this season, what makes you think they're so special?
Money? Warming a bench?
This club has turned you in to an England regular for pete's sake!!
You know what? Get out of my office. You're going no where for that total lack of respect, you have three years on your contract and if you don't want to play for this club, you can rot in the reserves until you're 31.
Goodbye Gabriel.
GABBY: But boss, I....
CONNOLLY: OUT!!!