Date: 29th November 2010 at 3:00pm
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*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?

Warnock: What!?

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 enters*

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*

Carew: Hey!

Houllier: Greasing ‘is shoe laces …. I am a tactical genius.