I have no doubt, in my mind, that the final few minutes went something like this....
<Judge Pyle> "Do you have any final thing to say Bab
ez.....er, I mean Ms Judge?"
<Lisa Judge> "I would simply say this, your honor; take a look at that man over there, take a look at his kindly face, take a look at those eyes, do you really think he is capable of wrong doing?, is he a
"rough diamond"?, yes, is he a
"loveable rogue", yes, he is all of those things, but you are looking at a good man, a man loved by his employer, loved by his team mates, and most important of all, a man loved by the Blades fans throughout the length and breadth of this country, for let us not forget that that the good Lord himself said,
"he is their striker, he is their number 9"..........."
<Judge Pyle turns and looks at Oli McB>
<Lisa Judge> "Now take a look at the other bloke"
<Judge Pyle looks over, and then turns back to look at Oli McB again, with a very stern look on his face.>
<Judge Pyle> "Now then young Oliver, do you have anything to say?.........."
<Oliver McBurnie> "Yes sir,
<cheeky wink> please can I have some more?"
<Judge Pyle, face looking furious> "What?, do you think this is some sort of joke?, quoting Oliver Twist at me,......why I should......hang on.....
<breaks into a smile>, how could you have known that was my favourite book? , answer me this one last question Oliver, is it true?, are your their striker?, are you their number 9?"
<Oliver McBurnie,
with an angelic face> "Yes Sir".
<Judge Pyle, leans back in his chair and casually tosses his pen onto the desk>, "Why the bloody hell have you lot been wasting my time here, it's as plain as the nose on your face that this lad is innocent. Oliver, off you go lad, and don't let me see you again, in here, although the staff and I will be heading round the corner for a pint soon, so if you fancy joining, it's my round...."
<Oli McB> "Result!"