The clock is ticking. A man sits in his underwear in a recliner in a room just a few yards away from Southend United's home stadium, The Loading Dock. On the wall is a tracksuit, fresh from the dry cleaner. He can hear the crowds begin to filter in. Their nervous chatter rings faintly against his eardrums, like an old-time radio play being broadcast a few rooms away. He wonders what they might be saying for just a moment before instinctively tossing the thought from his mind.