Meeting with Nicola Cortese.
Brocklesby : Hello, Nicola. How are you?
Cortese : Ciao Liam
Brocklesby : I was wondering if you could pump a few million pounds into the budget.
Cortese : Why Liam, you dont need any money. The squad is fine as it is.
Brocklesby : No, I want to assure you of a top half finish this year, and we are lacking ability in goal, we need a substitute goalkeeper.
Cortese : You can ask as much as you like Liam, this is not going to happen, now you have put me in a bad mood, i would like you to leave my office please.
Brocklesby : Are you really going to be this guy?! Ughh, ill just have to scrounge a keeper from the youth team, i guess that will do.
Cortese : Yes it will have to do! Because you arent having any money until i see the squad performing well, consistently, every game. Ask me again before the January transfer window and i will be very angry.
Brocklesby : Ok then, sorry boss.
Cortese : Go then get out! Uscire dalla mia vista. Vaffanculo!!
(Brocklesby leaves the office)
(then re-enters)
Brocklesby : Boss, are you ok? Boss, are you crying? Oh lord, Ill see you tomorrow boss.