club29 wrote:
Megaman wrote:
I heard that on day one SOS invited him into his office just so he could tell him to GTFO
Not quite. The story goes that SoS, on his first day as list manager, waited in the car park for Henderson to arrive told him as he was trying to get out of his car. Pushing the door back on him in between each word of GTFO. Bell, Yaz and Menzel all witnessed it.
They call SOS the toecutter and joke that Jack will be known as SOT.
I actually heard that SOS cam straight from the GWS conference room after accepting the Blues offer, jumped straight on the Pratt's plane and flew straight to Melbourne. He was picked up in one of the board Oligarch's fleet of Limos and driven straight to a Golf Course somewhere whilst Lachie was enjoying a refreshing Gatorade in the bar following 18 holes. Apparently as SOS walked into the place, one of the bar staff (who was a well connected Carlton member and had been tipped off by one of the Coterie powerbrokers) slipped quietly through the crowd and turned off the background music. SOS apparently strode straight in from the carpark, knocked over some geriatric in plaid golf pants as he smashed through the door and kicked the old dog that is the course mascot.
SOS strode straight to the Bar and necked half a bottle of Ardbeg Single Malt (which had been strategically positioned there by the Bar guy in advance), he smashed the rest of the bottle over the end of the bar and held the jagged neck of the bottle menacingly in one hand. The crowd of pensioners in the Golf club fell silent. SOS turned to face the crowd and sniffed.....
"Something stinks in here" he said
"Smells like a combination of fear, laziness and entitlement"
The crowd shifted, pensioners looking sideways at each other and searching for the exits. A small fat guy swallowed heavily and was pushed forward by the crowd to announce himself as club Secretary and demand answers from the pushy stranger but a steely eyed gaze and a wave of the broken whisky bottle stopped him dead in his tracks! In a low and steady but clearly menacing voice SOS declared:
"which one of you Lilly Livered Netball Gussets goes by the name of 'Henderson'"
Lachie was sitting at a table in the corner with Yarran, Menzel and Bell and they were just tallying up their scorecards and filling in some Keno numbers. Wondering who this wild-eyed new guy was Lachie surveyed the room and noticed that all eyes were slowly turning towards him. He slowly started to raise a hand:
"My name is Henderson.....Lachie Henderson, what are you after mate!"
At that SOS spun sharply and threw the remaining half of the whisky bottle into the row of liqueur bottles perched atop the bar causing them to explode with the various multicolored liquids raining down like a technicolor fireworks show!
"I'm not your mate"
SOS roared, wild eyes flashing out from beneath a furrowed brow that seemed coiled like a cobra rearing to strike.
Lachie recoiled and looked to his teammates dumbfounded, only moments ago they had been enjoying a refreshing drink and having a whinge about their predicament at the football club. Seeing only blank stares coming back Lachie shifted and looked towards the bar only to notice that the crazy guy was no longer there. In an instant SOS had moved across the room, skittering old men and bar staff as if they were bowling skittles. In a heartbeat he was at Lachie, standing over him with their noses so close that Lachie could feel the warm breath from the madman on his face. Slowly the wild eyed stranger started to talk, at first it was more of a rumble than speech, almost like boulders rolling down the wall of a quarry:
"I know who you are and I know what you stand for"
Lachie protested and started to stand:
"hey buddy I ....."
A firm hand came down and slammed Lachie back into his chair
"I'm not your buddy and you need to know there is a new Sheriff in town"
"I know who you are and what you do. I know your name Henderspud and unless I start to like what I see your days are numbered."
At that SOS turned to leave. As he reached the door he turned baclk to the silent room and announced:
"there's only 1 rooster in this hen-house and the rest of you are now feather dusters, get used to it or get lost! I see you other creeps sitting with Henderspud, take note!"
He turned and was gone!
Pretty sure that is how it went down!