Rafa: "Hello, this is Rafa, no?" George: "Hello. You do know that it's 3 am here, don't you Rafa?" Tom: "Hi Roffa, we're just finishing our Thanksgiving dinner here. I hope it's important." Rafa: "Can I please get Mascherano for Christmas? Please Tom and George. He's a nice boy, no???" George (whispering to Tom): "Tom, I have a degree in sports science, do Rafa?" Tom (whispering back): "Don't think so pal. Therefore, I don't think we should give Roffa any more money before December at least. At the rate he's going, he'll rotate himself back to Spain by the end of the season." George (quietly to Tom): "When we meet Rafa in December I will reveal my masterplan to him: we sign that Emile Heskey, play him at right back and watch the Liverpool Reds win the play-offs after 10 consecutive shutouts. Pass me another blue VK, will ya?" Tom (mumbling to himself): "Rotation bad... Everything else irrelevant... Sack Roffa... I need more wine..." Rafa: "Puta madre Americanos, I have a press conference to go to! Are you still there!?!??" Tom: "Yes, Roffa hello... I think you should, as usual, just concentrate on coaching and training your team and nothing else." Rafa: It's all coming together now...