Occasionally I get fed up, going to visit a factory, when I am being shown around by the chairman, who clearly hasn’t got a clue, and I try to get hold of the factory manager, but I can’t because the chairman wants to make sure he’s the one in all the photographs.
I do want to be a manager one day. It might be 10 years, I don’t know when.
When I was sent the script for ‘Homeland,’ I didn’t think anything of it. Three months later, my manager rang and said: ‘They are interested in you.’ I read it and I realised, ‘Yes, I do want this.’ Then I got an email saying I’d got it.
When I was covering games, and this is back in the ’60s, you’d go into the manager’s office. I can still visualize Earl Weaver from the Baltimore Orioles. I can just see Earl now in his underwear… with a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other, holding court. And that was the way it was done then.
