“Tell the manager
play tomorrow. I’ve got to work. No, I can’t get out of
it! It’s my shift, there’s nobody else available. Why don’t
you play left back? We’d probably do better with you there than
in goals! Ha ha! Anybody would do a better job than
you. Anyway, tell him I’ll be at the match next week. Bye!”
don’t think I like him any more. The money has gone to his head.