I have actually have finished the Season with Queen's Park. And I do win something
The First Conference
I had hardly any time to practise anything to say to the press. But I suppose I wouldn't know the questions the journo's were going to give me no matter how hard I practised. So I was just going to have to improvise.
When I entered the Press Conference with Ross, I found that there was three journalists there.
Three. One for BBC Sport, one from the SFL and Queen's Park's PR Manager! I realised at this point the Third Division was not all glamour. So many things went through my head, The time my Father told me about how great the Mayor of Killymoon's daughter was at pole-dancing, How Bronzy had failed to mention my wife up to this point and where had my pet Donkey manchesterblue had gone. I had to clear my head. I sat down with Ross.
Caven: I would like to introduce the new gaffer, Robbie Kallatwaticz!
(I wish I had never told him my name)
Me: Let's just get on with the questions now, shall we?
Scummy Journalist: Do you want to get promoted to the Second Division?
Me: Of Course! I would hump a peruvian naked dog to get to the Second Division, That is how intent I am!
Scummy Journalist: Do you like press conferences?
(At this point I got up and walked away)
Me: I need to get to work on the team, so if you'll excuse me...
I didn't want to waste time with Reporters. I wanted to meet the team! Except for the fact they were all on holiday.
The Team had went on a Ryanair flight to Killymoon to have a Rape-a-Thon or something. I just sat in my office, faintly hearing my father doing it with one of the Tea Ladies.
Me: DAAAAAAAAAAD! I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO STOP FOLLOWING ME TO WORK!