Fucking hell, are we sure Luke Williams isn't related to Sean Hodgetts?
That load of old bollocks sounded almost as plausible as Sandy Grey trying to convince us that Diamond Mike was a life-long Swindon fan.
His voice goes all croaky at the end and he begins to stutter as he claims how supportive the chairman is.
It's deeply worrying that we have a manager who is seemingly willing to go to any lengths to shield his boss from criticism, even to the point where he risks fucking up his own reputation.
I can imagine it now. Power sat in his armchair monitoring the CCTV footage he had secretly installed in the houses of all his naysayers, strangling puppies and then throwing them to the Syrian refugees he has locked in a cage for his own amusement. Shortly after his morning catch up call with Donald Trump, Williams limps in to his office, his face bruised and swollen after Power had him beaten for the 6-0 defeat at the hands of Scunthorpe.
Williams kneals. "Master".
Power swivels round in his armchair slowly, lighting a cigar with a batch of fifties he'd recently withdrawn from the "Lungo & Gladwin sale" fund. "Yes, reek?". A wry smile begins to etch on Power's face as he imagines all the monies he'll get when he sells Ajose to Bristol City in the summer.
"They... they want to speak to me... The fans... they aren't happy master. They think you're the evil mastermind behind everythi..."
"WELL I AM!!!" bellows Power, laughing maniacally as he throws back another shot of 30 year old bourbon bought with recent season ticket money.
"But...wh...what do I say master? I'm frightened master. I didn't sign any of them... I don't do anything... how... how can I tell them?? I need your guidance wise one... I... I don't have the strength to do this"
Power stands, then approaches his snivelling servant. He places his hand on his shoulder and in his stereotypical cockney bad guy voice tells him, "You know what to do. You tell them it was your fault. Don't tell them it was in fact I who ordered Thompson to kick Vigoroux enough so he'd be out a few games and we won't have to pay Liverpool an extra loan fee. Don't tell them we could have signed a competent centre back in the summer, only Branco's Brazilian mafia connections were greatly needed to help me take out Sam Morshead. No no. Remind the peasants that you are in charge and you have failed them. This is the only way we can continue with the master plan. Anyway, you better be off... your 3 hours of passing sideways sessions is shortly to begin."
Williams trudges off. "Thank you master". Power sits back down, and calls Steve Lansdown. "How about Thompson too? Your fans will forgive him... and I need a new tank for the sharks with frickin lasers attached to their heads".
