16th September, 2013In spite of their good performance against West Bromwich Albion, the gaffer had called in his team for some early-morning practice. I waited for Tommy to arrive at the training ground car park. All around were premium and exclusive cars—it was like being in a car dealership in Mayfair. There were Lambos, top of the range Mercs, Land Rovers and Aston Martins; what a life! Then Tommy arrived in his dented Fiat Punto.
I observed as Tommy stepped out of his car and looked at all the expensive vehicles. I think I heard him growling, and before I could say hello he had stormed off to the changing rooms.
I waited to see who would arrive next, and soon enough a pimped-out saloon was driven in. Its hydraulic suspension made the car bump up and down in time with the pounding hi
