‘Hello Cyrus.’
‘Hello boss we don’t often see you on the training ground.’
‘I know Cyrus but we have hard decisions to make. As you know the crowds have been poor this season and with the credit crunch and all it looks like our sponsor is going to cancel our deal, so we are going to have to make cuts from the staff.’
‘Couldn’t we just lower the admittance prices then?’
‘Won’t work Cyrus we would need 10% more through the turnstiles just to take the same amount of money and people just can’t afford to come.’
‘How about if we all take a pay cut then Boss.’
‘Sorry we would still have to pay for health insurance and pensions which we can’t afford, and besides do you want to be the one who tells the Ogre he will have to cut back on his ale?’
‘No I see what you mean but we have already fired the assistant coaches and sold the cheerleaders to the Norse. What else can we afford to loose?’
‘The Board has considered five options Cyrus, we could get rid of the niggled blitzer but he is a crowd favourite. Or the promising rookie but he could fetch a fat transfer fee it the transfer window. Then there is the veteran lineman but he is our only dirty player, or the new thrower but he only gets paid peanuts so that wouldn’t save much. The rest have long term contracts and we cant get rid of them.’
‘But Boss we have only 11 fit players for the next game anyway we can’t get rid of any of them.’
‘I know Cyrus that’s why I said it was hard.’
‘ Er… Boss you said you had five options that was only four’
‘Sorry Cyrus the board chose the fifth option. Get your coat you have just been made redundant.

( It couldn’t happen here could it?)