The Scene - Iain Stewart quietly working away in the back ground trying to come up with some new tactic for Stenie and push a little higher up the league.
Chap the door,
Iain Stewart "Come in."
Chairman "Mr Stewart, working hard I hope."
IS "As always boss"
CM "Good good, anyway to business"
CM "The team, not exactly setting the heather on fire, are we ?"
IS "Come on you gave me a fiver for my transfer kitty !"
CM "I don't think a transfer kitty comes into Mr Stewart"
IS "Well I do, I can only work with what I've got and that wasn't very much !"
CM "Bad tradesmans and his tools Mr Stewart"
IS " You whit !"
IS "I made the club financially sound, the cup run to Ibrox brought in a fortune, have I seen a single peeny, no even a new ball for training, and you come in here and criticise me !"
CM "and this business with being nice to Hugh Keevins..."
Phone rings
IS "two secs ya cheeky git, Hello Iain Stewart speaking."
IS "uh ha, hmmm interesting"
IS "sounds good, uh ha, hmmm"
IS "Sit down you, I'm no finished with you, oh sorry Sir not you, yes I'd love to, I'll see you tomorrow, and you won't regret this, thank you"
Stewart hangs up
IS "right you, tell you what, see your job !"
IS "ram it, I'm off to Peterhead and division 2"
CM "excuse me, your what ?"
IS " You heard twat, I'm the new Peterhead Gaffer, enjoy division 3"
IS "See my weeks ly time, just stick it on the 1st favourite"
Stewart slams the door on the way out, and does a little hop skip and jump followed but the mid air click of the heals, Division 2 here I come.