What happens when one man takes a game of Football Manager 2011 too seriously?
This happens, I’m afraid. Wilfred Ang was used to an eclectic clientele. The Long Bar at the Raffles Hotel was rightly renowned as one of Singapore’s classier establishments, but that didn’t always mean a classy customer. Sure, the vast majority of the people he served were lovely, and decent tippers too. But there were others. The drunk bankers showing off in front of visiting friends. The obnoxious ex-pats, the giddy tourists shouting about their Singapore Slings. Wilfred dealt with their idiocy as he always did, with a warm smile and the gentle indulgence of someone who knew that a couple of security guards would be by his side at the touch of a carefully concealed button. And they could do incredible things to people with their thumbs. This man was different. Darkened by the sun and drawn in the face, he was doing his best to make an expensive suit look cheap. Very cheap in fact, given that the security tags were still attached to one sleeve. Underneath the jacket was a stained, wh
