Might as well ship him off in a trawler to catch his supper, then.
He'll be able to see what real graft is then and maybe appreciate that playing is the be all and end all not sat there counting the coin, then counting it again, then totting up how much you have earned whilst sitting there, idle - then thinking about what portion of that money you can spend on what product or service that might cheer you up by the fact you are not playing football, or considering what time the bookies are open as you need some adrenalin to fill your day, or imagining what sort of contract you can take out on your agent for putting you in this position in the first place, or looking at the Blades fixture list on your smart phone wondering what time you can get to the match to watch your old mates play, wishing you were still there, playing and learning and enjoying life, but instead you are counting, adding, subtracting, multiplying, wondering how much of a cunt you have been recently and regretting it.