Trent (Roy's POV) – Fits before Chapter 10: Trent Crimm, Independent

Roy snuck into the boot room and pulled out his phone. He flicked through his contacts until he found Fucking Journo and called the number.

"Hello, Roy," Trent's voice came through the phone and Roy had to roll his eyes to force himself to be polite.

"Hi."

"Did you rethink the idea of writing an introduction for the book?"

"Fuck no. I need your help."

"I see," Trent said, voice dripping with wry humour.

"Can you come to my house tonight."

"Why?"

"I need a witness."

Trent laughed. "Have you decided to sneak into someone's house at 4am to enact revenge and you need someone to lie for you?"

"No, fuck, I wouldn't pick you for that."

Trent sighed. "Then what am I witnessing?"

"I just need someone who won't care if I swear at them, someone who's fucking able to be a fucking honest prick."

"I can do that."

"Thanks."

"If…" Trent said forcefully, "you write the introduction for my book."

"Fine."

"Good, what time do you need me?"

"Half six."

"Text me the address."

Roy grunted and hung up. Roy went back to his office to proofread the introduction he'd already written.

What a fucking stupid fucking title…the Richmond Way? No fucking way, it was definitely the fucking Lasso Way. Before him the Richmond fucking Way was to lose games against every fucking team we played and to be the fucking answer to a fucking trivia question about shit teams who were still somehow in the fucking Premier League.

It should be called the Lasso Way because we would be fucking nowhere if it wasn't for Ted fucking Lasso! It was his fucking yee-haw yankee doodle crap that got under every fucking player's skin and made this team of little himbo footballers into a team that almost won the whole fucking thing after returning from relegation. Ted was wrong when he said it wasn't about him, if it wasn't for fucking him, we'd have wallowed in mediocrity forever – that's just fucking Ted being a humble fucker.

This book is fucking well-written though and explores exactly how Ted Lasso showed himself to be one of the fucking best fucking coaches of any league because he might have been fucking telling Trent the fucking truth when he said wins and losses aren't as fucking important as helping the team become the best fucking version of themselves. Ted only fucking worked out the offside rule last fucking year and he's still the best fucking coach I ever worked with.

Roy fucking Kent, the Manager who is somehow going to continue the Ted Lasso Way at Richmond FC.

Trent – when you fucking remove half of the fucks from this I helped by underlining the fucking important ones.

TBC...