Higgs nodded. "Boss."
     The ball was booted back to him, missing him by several yards, and after collecting it he prepared to throw it into the penalty area again. The players jockeyed for position. One of them, Darren Briggs, called over to Higgs."On me head, Higgsy my son, on me head!"
    "How can ye miss a target like that Higgsy!" shouted the player guarding Briggs, Jimmy 'Floyd' Cragg.
    "Bollocks, you Scottish wanka," said the Londoner.
    Higgs drew the ball back, arching his back.
    "That's more like it," encouraged Donny.
    Inspired by this, and determined to impress his manager even more, Higgs arched his back even further, but only succeeded in overbalancing and falling flat on his back in the mud, much to the amusement of his team mates.
    At the portakabin window Donny rolled his eyes. It was going to be another long season. Then he remembered his idea. He smiled to himself. No, it was going to be an excellent season.


Joe Price, the owner of Price's Pies, a large man, now stout in his seventieth year, was seated on the back seat of his chauffeur-driven Rolls-Royce, registration number PIE 1, on his way to work. His face immediately told anyone who looked upon it that it's owner was contradicted about once every Preston Guild. As always Price was dressed in a black jacket, black and grey striped trousers and bowler hat, a form of dress he had worn for business for the last fifty six years. From the back, and with his close-cropped hair style, he looked like the character 'Oddjob' in the James Bond film Goldfinger - a coincidence that was instrumental in giving birth to a true piece of Joe Price folklore. For at the time of the release of the film a youth, noticing the similarity, and seeing Price alighting from his Rolls one morning, had shouted 'Oddjob!' at him from across the road and laughed at him, before running off. Later that morning Price, with all his chairman of the local Chamber of Commerce connections, had found out where the youth worked and had gone there and demanded that he be sacked. He was, and without ceremony. Making further use of his connections Price then made sure that the youth would fail to find employment anywhere else in Frogley. A week later Price knocked on the youth's front door. When the youth answered the knock Price shouted 'No Job!' at him, laughed, then went on his way.