Oh, my dear chap, I’m so sorry.
The chap in Boss was obsequious even by the standards of gentlemen’s outfitters, though. Every sentence began and ended with the word ‘sir’ and he even managed to slip the odd ‘sir’ in between. He also laughed far too much at my jokes (even I know I’m not not that funny).
I ended up wanting to slap him.
"Plenty of strikers can score goals," he said, gesturing to the famous old stands casting shadows around us.
"But a lot have found it difficult wearing the number 9 shirt for The Arsenal."