Michael Twiss was signed, if memory serves me correctly, when Steve Bruce was our manager. Bruce used his connections with Manchester United to snap up the "promising" youngster.
Florid Scotsman "Hey fellas, Ah've got yon bent-nosed sassenach on the blower. Wants a player for a season. A good one. Shall we send him one?"
Old Trafford Lickspittles "Whatever you decide O mighty Lord Ferg, may the glow from your nose never fail."
Florid Scotsman "Nay, Ah didnae like the whey-faced paltroon when he was here, and Ah dinnae like him the noo. Ah'll tell him to kiss mah wee sporran."
Florid Scotsman thinks, and scratches his head. Then an evil smile appears on his pock-marked face.
Florid Scotsman "Ah've a better idea, ye bunch o' weans. We'll get the worst player to walk through yon doors since Fat Ron tried to sign Wee Jimmy Krankie. Get that Twiss lad awa' from combing Giggsy's back and pack him off to Sheffield. Ah feckin' hate Steve Bruce."
Old Trafford Lickspittles "Lord Ferg has spoken. We are rid of Twiss. Hurrah for Lord Ferg, may he reign for a thousand years."
Florid Scotsman "Get up off the floor, ye set o' nancy boys. After ye've licked mah brogues all clean."