Friday, 12 June 2009

“I’m not selfish”- Brett Crossingham speaks his mind, and wants to set the record straight!

I must say I didn’t know what to expect minutes before my encounter with the one they call the ‘sugar daddy'. I guess any pre conceptions I may have taken in with me, certainly didn’t follow me out of this thoroughly intriguing meeting. As I received a text on my phone from my editor very early on Tuesday morning, I was shocked and excited to see that Brett Crossingham, after months of asking had finally accepted our request to meet to be interviewed.

He requested that we’d meet him in his pent house suite of the ‘Gerkin’, in London. You might be thinking, as did I at the time, is there actually a pent house suite in the ‘Gerkin’, and yes there most certainly is. As I passed many a floor to the top of this amazing building, I started to think this guy is going to be one of the most arrogant people I’ve ever had to interview. And that worried me slightly. It worried me because of my 10 years being a journo, I’ve never interviewed someone I haven’t liked or even found remotely arrogant. Wise and clever maybe but never arrogant. And this started to play on my mind immensely. Would he react badly to any difficult question I may ask him, and if so would he hit me? As I approached the top of this stunning architectural delight, I found myself in a state of wonder and amazement of how astonishing London looked from high above. As I stood there I felt a cool breeze brush my left ear, and then the seductive, sensual words entered my ear canal, “Its amazing isn’t it…..” I knew it was him. But this was not what I was expecting at all. My head still in a fixed position still admiring the view, I replied, “It really is isn’t it”. This had to be the best groomed man I had ever met, and his cologne smelt of sweet emasculated berries. As he led me into his suite, the room was covered with the richest mahogany I had ever seen, and the smell was over powering. I could tell that this guy had money, but he also had the taste to boot. As we sunk down into his luxurious leather couch, with reactions like a cheater he managed to pull a red dainty thong from between the crack of his couch, in the same way a magician would pull a rabbit from a hat. He said with perfect comic timing “Sorry there my mums”. We both laughed in perfect harmony and he then coolly slipped them into the left pocket of his Italian silk trousers. As I asked him the first question he insisted on pouring me a glass of crystal. “This is ridiculously expensive you know”. “Yes I’m sure it is Brett, but what do you say to your fellow team mates who call you selfish? And with using Monday as a perfect example, why did you seems to be only concerned with scoring a goal and seeming not to be too concerned for the fate of the team. As the final word left my mouth, my heart skipped a beat, and then another. Would this be the moment which I was dreading, would he react in such a way I would be powerless to escape a certain beating? To my very shock and amazement, he laughed. That was not the reaction I was expecting from someone I was led to believe as the most arrogant person in Britain. “My dear I’m not selfish. And as I have told my team mates, and that’s what they are mates, I’m not selfish. Yes I did react in a way that signalled I was profoundly happy at scoring; I reacted in this way because I was indeed extremely happy. But my scoring a goal is not in the slightest bit a sign of being content. I dread losing any match, especially by the margin we did so. But this has made indeed myself and the rest of the team more eager to show what we’re made of, at that we are no push over’s. And I assure you on Monday night, when we meet ‘Unreal Madrid’, in the heat of battle. We will be wearing the grey shirt with pride, and we will haunt the opposition to death to gain victory. We will stop at nothing in doing so. Five glasses of champagne later, I finally descended in the glass lift on my way back down to reality. I then posed the question to myself in my head once more. Had I ever interviewed someone I have not like? The answer remained no.

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