"Mike, I got carried away. I apologise profusely. I will call in every favour I have and get you your money ASAP. Here is the twenty quid I have in my pocket and the rest will follow as soon as I can possibly get it".
"Put your facking money away, Alan - I don't want it. You have a special football managerial talent - I don't care what West Ham, Charlton and Southampton say - and that's what I truly want. Say you'll be mine, Alan. Say you'll be mine".
"OK, Mike".