Can just picture Kenwright and Moyes in the office. Kenwright on his knees, grovelling, tears streaming down his face.
"Please Davey! They hate me as it. That b*****d Blue Union will have a f*****g field day if you take Leighton and the hairy one! Don't do it. Please David. PLEASE!......... I'll dance for you. You'd like that wouldn't you, Dave? C'mon, you want Big Bill to dance? Yeah, you like that, don't you David?..... yeaahhhh!"
Afterwards, 'Big Bill' consoles himself with a Kinder Egg. He opens the surprise, only to find he's already got they toy inside.
He lies there, desolate. With a plastic frog 'on swap' and no manager. And just the faint hope that Moyes liked his dance enough to not rob his players.
The days of the boys' pen are but a distant memory.