The sad thing is that this isn’t far away from what I imagine it’s actually like with these idiots.
*Charnleys sat in his office and calls Ashley*
”Hello sir.. *music blasting through phone from whichever shit bar Ashley is getting pissed in* yes yes it’s Lee, so West Bro- no Charnley.. Char-.. no no, yeah it’s Charners YEAH ITS CHARNERS.... CHARNLEY MIKE, it’s LEE CHARNLEY. Yes Mike, so West Brom have just called me and said they won’t take 8 for Rondon.. SALOMÓN RONDON.. yes the one Rafa wan- offer them what? £8. what? £8.5? Right right then.. Rafa wants this lad so it’s probably a good idea we up our offer. What’s that? No I don’t have David O’ Learys number.. no no but I could get hold of it..... Debenhams? No I’ve heard nuffink back yet. Yeah yeah alright, listen Sir I’ve got to get off the phone my takeaways getting cold.. yes takea- no I went to Raajs.. yeah it’s alright.. okay sir, have a good night then.”
*puts down phone and picks up fork*