News out of Wearside tonight is that Martin O'Neill will shun the England post to accept the head job at Sunderland. It's shocking, but not that out of character. Afterall he allowed himself to waste away in Leicester for a few years.
RRRRiiiiiinnnnnnnggggggggg. "Damn, the alarm."
Oh, so it's reality is it?
And over a curry, Bob Murray is heard saying -- "Get me Niall Quinn's mobile number, damn it!"
"Dear? He's at the next table."
"Doh! Well, so he is! And having a cracking good Madras at that. How are you Niall?"
Niall pulls his nose out of the pint long enough to glance over, then produce his BlackBerry. "Dialing Martin Allen's mobile for you, Bob."
"Crikey! You're brilliant!"
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