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"We've got those two international Chinese footballers
for you Owen." It was the Barrow AFC secretary, Pat Brewer
shouting down the corridor of the Sports and Leisure Club
towards the open door of the manager's office.
"Send 'em in," Brown shouted back. He was sitting behind
his cluttered desk and was just replacing the phone onto its
rest having enquired about the loan availability of a
certain centre forward with league club Notts County.
The fresh faced Chinese lads moved uncertainly into
Brown's office and stood in front of his desk.
"Have a seat," he invited. Peering at the taller, more
confident looking one of the two he turned to him and asked
"Now, what's your name?"
"Ah, Miha Blau. It velly nice to be he-ah at
Ballow-in-Fu... honolable fuh'bor crub. My name i' Man Yu.
An' my fren he-ah i' Mr. Hu."
"Yes. Nice to see you both here. Now, how are you finding
England?"
"Turn light at Carais, Miha Blau. But I velly
di-appointeh."
"Why's that, Man Yu?"
"I been he-ah thlee week but I no go out with Spi Girl
yet."
"Well, don't worry about that now. There'll be plenty of
time for it later. You've both done very well in training so
I'm going to name you as substitutes for Saturday's game.
But Hu's on first."
"Why yu askin' me who on first? I don' bruddy know!"
"I know you don't know. I'm not asking you, I'm telling
you. Hu's on first."
"You manager. You should know!" replied Man Yu, somewhat
confused.
"No, you're not the manager and you don't know, but I am
and I DO KNOW!" Brown was shouting now, equally uncertain as
to exactly what this conversation was about.
"Okay boh, don' loo your hai-ah."
Brown addressed the other man. 'Now, Mr. Hu, you will be
on first."
"Light boh!' Man Yu replied, 'I go on fir. You no be
di'appointed, boh."
"No Man Yu, Hu will go on first."
"Now you askin' me again! I no unnerstan'."
"Oh, this is hopeless. What chance have you got of
forming much of a partnership up front if I can't even get
you to understand when I want you to go on?"
"Ah, Andy Mutch. We velly wanna pray wi' him. He top man
fuh'borer. No probrem, boh. We okay. We pray much better. Or
e tha' better wi' Mutch? Your Engri ranglage velly
hard."
"Oh, this is hopeless. Pat, you'd better see if Crystal
Palace are still interested in these guys."
"Ah, Cryta Pawa; sound intellehting, boh!"
Issue 038 - January 1999
Accents attempted to be improved on by the Online Ed and
made even more unintelligible
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