Transcription taken from a tape found at the club marked 'due diligence'.

Sharon: “Now then Neil, have you thought about Cardiff?”

Neil: “Hmmm. Maaaybeh. I dunno realeh. I quite like to havut go at a real proper club like Boro, or Barnsley, Bolton, or maybe summit exotic like Blyth Town, Bishop Auckland. Are ya wi' meh?”

Sharon: “But I've been having a look...”

Neil: “Bedlington Terriors! Proper club y'know? 'Alf time spuds. Smell o' kippers from the terraces. Chantin' my name n' that. Death threats. I luv it me”.

Sharon: “But these Cardiff lot...”

Neil: “I could do summat crazy y'know? Go back to an ol' stompin' ground! Are ya wi' meh?"

Sharon: “Would anyone take you back?”

Neil: “County, Town, Athletic, Argyle, United...”

Sharon: “Neil! We're not going back to Leeds!!”

Neil: “Get t'fff... I meant me Blades sweeteh.”

Sharon: “Oh. Thank God.”

Neil: "Scarborough, Torguay, Queens Park Palace. Wearin' me lucky underpants. Twenteh games on trot. Me ol' feerit leggin. Do ya remember?"

Sharon: "Neil! These Cardiff lot like you..."

Neil: "Get t'fff... Ya wot? Realeh? Like, realeh realeh??..."