Methuselah
Player Valuation: £35m
Soldier from the Scots Guards goes into the Chemist. Marches up to the counter, takes the most dilapidated contraceptive you've ever seen from his sporran, and says to the Chemist 'how much to repair this?' The Chemist puts on his rubber gloves, picks it up with his tweezers, looks at it and gives a price. 'How much for a new one?' the soldier asks. The Chemist tells him the price of a new one. 'Thank ye' says the soldier and walks out. Next day the soldier comes in again, marches up to the counter, produces the contraceptive from his sporran and announces 'the Regiment have decided to have it repaired'.