Quote ="ash4hullfc"Well done for avoiding the original point once again. I didn't need to see them, again you've missed the point. Your claim that you 'doubt Radford even came up in discussion' is wrong. If you hadn't been so quick to jump down Sheldon's throat, maybe you'd have avoided looking like an idiot.'"
Picture the scene, a smokey board room in a corner of craven park. the scent of stale ale and cheap aftershave fills the air. A bead of condensation tickles down the side of a half drunk pint of mild, when into the room walks a young, upcoming prop, ready to start contract negotiations.
"take a seat Scott" mutters the Chairman of the club in his dulcet Hull accent. "we've bin thinking, and despite your brilliant performances in the last 'alf duzzun games of the season, we're gonna offer you a couple a years more, just coz Rad-dud didn't sign forruz. Alright lad?"
The contract is passed across the table in a flicking motion, and slides across the barely polished surface as if it were a curling stone, thrown by a champion scotsman.
The young prop, who has now been joined by his agent, begin reading the text. Tho opening line of the contract states the the offer being made is only owing to the fact that the club had failed to sign Rad-dud, and that otherwise there would've been no deal, our intrepid hero carries on regardless, as such things are commonplace in contract negotiations, that is to say other players being discussed.
Suddenly the chairman slides back his chair, making a dreadful screeching noise on the slate tiled floor. He stands up quickly, and leans across the table thrusting a shiney metallic object towards the face of the young prop, "'ere, use my pen to sign the bloody thing, then bugger off!"
I take it that's about how it went Ash?
