*phone rings*
Me: Hello?
Phone: It's the CEO of a competitor here. I know it's a long shot but would you consider working for us? You'll have to relocate up North.
Me: I don't think so.
Phone: I'll double your salary.
Me: See you in three hours.
*puts down phone*
*drives to Northern shithole...
I've already used up a whole season's worth of very bad football language in the general direction of Andy D'Urso. I'm not sure I've got any left for Freedman. But if they fluke another point with a 154th minute equalizer I'm sure I'll find some from somewhere.