TONY ADAMS IS AT THE CHIEF EXECUTIVE'S DESK AT BAGTHORPE ROVERS.
CHIEF EXEC:
Well, Mr Adams, Mr Keretsky, the owner, thinks you're the man to take us into the Champions' League. And we know you won't go mad in the corporate bar. The job's yours.
TONY ADAMS:
Hey, thanks very much. I won't let you down. Call me Tony.
CHIEF EXEC:
Now, if you'd just come outside with me, I'll brief the waiting press, and we can unveil Bagthorpe Rovers' new manager.
CHIEF EXECUTIVE'S MOBILE RINGS.
CHIEF EXEC:
It's Mr Keretsky. He'll want to join in the press conference. Hello? Oh! I see. Yes, Mr Keretsky. Goodbye. (TO ADAMS) Tony, I'm afraid we're going to have to let you go.
TONY ADAMS:
What?
CHIEF EXEC:
You've lost the dressing room.
TONY ADAMS:
I haven't even met the players.
CHIEF EXEC:
Exactly. They say you're too aloof. And 8,000 fans have joined the Facebook group "Adams Out: Sack The Potato-faced Ex-drunk."
TONY ADAMS:
But I haven't done anything.
CHIEF EXEC:
I should coco. You haven't won a single game since you've been in charge. Bagthorpe Rovers' fans expect success. Frankly, you make me sick. Now take your six million quid and bugger off.
ADAMS LEAVES.
CHIEF EXEC BUZZES HIS INTERCOM.
CHIEF EXEC:
Carolyn, send in the next one. I believe it's a Mr Scolari.
ENDS.
great little sketch.
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