13th March, 2014I was having coffee with Maury at his office in Creek Alley Stadium. He had bought (the club had bought) a top of the line, Italian-made deluxe espresso machine that did everything for you. All you had to do was turn it on, place a cup on the tray then press the button and hey presto! Hot, fresh coffee, and I must say that my cappuccino was better than any of the cafés along Shyton High Street. As I blew on my cappuccino after adding three sugars, Sheedy arrived carrying a document.
SHEEDY: Bad news, Mr Maury.
If the coffee hadn’t woken him up, then Sheedy saying bad news definitely had.
MAURY: Inland Revenue?
SHEEDY: Bombalbo!
I leaned in. This was going to be a scoop. What was it? Had he died of a massive heart attack? Had he gotten diabetes? Had he been sold to a co
