Lefty's wishlist
Tomorrow morning, Price knocks on Moran's door
"Sit down, Steve.
So how do you think your first year's gone"
"Pretty good, Simon. Two finals, and top 4, from a side that was shellshocked that I inherited. Actually, Si, you know that list of 7 I want rid of,? I've been thinking mate, and I want to add a few more.
Kevin Brown doesn't do that much, for all that money your paying him. Organising 4 drives, one play and a kick doesn't warrant his pay packet. I'm done with him.
That lad with the top knot, what's his name? Sits on the bench next to me for 70 minutes, messing with his phone, telling all and sundry how good he is, then when I play him, he's no better than who I've replaced him with. Patton. That's him. Nah, he can go.
Then there's the fella with loads of vowels in his surname. Lazy bugger. Couple of runs, and he's got his hands on his knees. Had enough.
That's it for the
thanks for the memories bit.
Others, well I've told old double barrel, to lose a few stone. Fat git. And if I see him waddling down the cream cake aisle in Tesco's after training, he's gone.
I'll have to make a decision on Currie at this time next year. No point him wearing a club suit, forever, on match days.
Now, it's cheque book time, mate.
I've decided to ditch all this boring rugby, and play with some flair. So I wouldn't mind you buying me a scrum half. Loads of people keep talking on a fans forum about some bloke who plays for Catalans, and he hasn't got a club. Yeah, I'll have him. Oh, and an old fashioned loose forward, with a brain, would be nice. I'm bored of playing old props there.
Cheers, Si. I'm off to Oz for a few weeks.
See you before Chrimbo."