You can see him sitting sadly on the stairs next to the phone in the Ameobi house day after day until one day his mum walks over to her forlorn slayer and says 'I divn't think they're ganna call, flower, mebbes you can call them arab lads that offered yiz £200k a week instead'
The Big Sho wipes a tear from his eye, stands up, falls over, stands up again and says 'Aye, alreet, suppose I have to'