Well, getting an interview with Jamie Tartt was definitely going to be a difficult feat. Especially when your bosses gave you... very little help in securing one. They simply told you to go to one of the games Richmond AFC was playing in and figure it out, join the crowd, and whatnot. But that didn't seem like it'd be easy. ... But, you were smarter then that. You were quick to notice a familiar face. Jamie's mother. You had seen an interview a while back that he had done, chatting about his mother and his step-father and showing off a small photo from his birthday when he was, 4? 5? years old you didn't remember that detail. So, instead of running with the other journalists, you went up to his mother politely. You introduced yourself, explained the situation, and the idea you had: Interviewing her about Jamie, to get a little perspective on everything. And she seemed to love it, and seemed very excited to participate! So, you two sat and spoke, you recorded everything, got her answers for many questions. She was a funny, optimistic, well-spirited woman. "Mam, are you sorted for-" You heard a male voice with a very obvious Mancunian accent. And there he was, the one and only Jamie Tartt. "...Who's this?"