*We join the lads desolate after their loss, Clark in particular*
Dunne: Eh dere Ciaran, don’t be blaming yourself dere for tha’ loss.
Clark: I don’t. It’s just when I scored, twice I said ‘Come on guys!’ and you didn’t come on, you didn’t come on at all.
Herd: I came on.
Clark: No I didn’t mean come on the pitch ….
A.Young: Well I didn’t have my laptop out there and I thought it might be a bit inappropriate to …
Clark: No, No I meant have a go. You know, ‘get into them’
Warnock: I got into ’em!
Clark: Yes Steve but I think you may be … a bit …. homicidal?
Clark: Well … You’re wearing a hockey mask.
Warnock: I like hockey.
Clark: and … The machete?
Warnock: You never know when you’re going to have to hack down some vines.
Clark: Yeah. Vines.
Warnock: What are you saying Ciaran that I’m some kind of hack and slash defender!?
Clark: uh….No Steve of course not …
Warnock: Hmmm, perhaps I’m not hacking and slashing enough then…..
Houllier: Ah, poor squad, poor squad at least we tried in ze second half eh?
*the lads all groan. Carew is tying his shoe laces again*
Houllier: and we ‘ave finally found a use for John, a ‘uman blindfold with ‘is giant backside.
*the dressing room erupts with laughter*
Houllier: Greasing ‘is shoe laces …. I am a tactical genius.