A man applied to Sheffield Wednesday FC for a job on the administrative staff.
‘What we’re really looking for here,’ said the chairman, ‘is what you might call
a “chief worrier”!
Someone to worry about things like falling attendances, finances, league
promotion, violence on the terraces, and so on. For a chap like that we’d be
prepared to pay �75,000 a year. Interested?’
‘Certainly,’ said the applicant.
‘But – you’ll pardon me for saying this, I hope – where on earth is Sheffield
Wednesday going to find that sort of money for a job like this?’
‘Ah!’ said the chairman. ‘That would be your first worry.’