Sharpening a Rusty Blade in FM Stories Posted August 19, 2007 Tuesday, 27th March, 2007. The phone rang. I let it ring twice before picking it up - I was idly toying with the idea of an assymetrical formation, but I couldn't seem to get it to work on paper as well as it did in my head. "Richards here." "Hi Ian, this is Tom," answered the now-familiar voice of my agent, Tom Conlin. "Hi. What have you got for me?" "Well, its not good, but not unexpected either. Spurs sent me a fax today indicating that they've decided not to pursue hiring you." "Oh." It was not unexpected, not at all, I hadn't even wanted the job .. .. why was I so disappointed? He gave me a moment to collect my thoughts before going on, "Still, I think it was very good exposure for you - just the fact that they were willing to interview you puts you 'on the map', as it were. "Its upped the pressure on the York board, certainly, to come to the table with an offer, or risk losing you entirely." I guess that's good news. I tried to remind myself that I didn't really care about Spurs one way or the other - all I wanted was a League Two title and a new contract at Bootham Crescent. Right?