Second half of monologue:
One afternoon, finally got caught, and the security guard smacked him round the face, knocked him on the ground. But that little boy, stood up, smiled, kicked the security guard in the bollocks and ran away! Never to return. Until 25 years later when he walked in and bought the entire club. And on his first day as owner he went and found that same security guard and gave him a pay rise without any explanation. Just because we own these teams, doesn’t mean they belong to us. And I don’t want to be part of something that could possibly destroy this beautiful game, because I would hate for all those little kids and grown ups out there to ever lose access to that beautiful passionate part of themselves.