We join the lads gearing for their pre-season match against Bohemians*
A.Young: What’re you doing there Fabian?
Delph: Making a daisy chain. I was thinking I’d give it to the captain of the opposing team.
*A.Young looks confused*
Delph: Well you know, it’s a ‘friendly’ after all. What do you want me to do? Break their legs?
*A.Young and Delph chuckle*
A.Young: I suppose when you put it like that.
*Delph drops his flowers and his face turns stern*
Delph: Well if you insist. I’ll break their legs.
A.Young: What? I didn’t….
Delph: No, no Ashley. I see you like a teacher, an idol, I hold you in the highest regard so if you’re telling me to go out there and injure them all then that’s what I’ll do.
A.Young: No I…
*Delph is already off practicing kicking and slide tackling, A.Young sighs as MON enters*
MON: Hi guys!
All the Lads: Hi boss!
*MON turns to NRC enraged*
MON: What did you call me!?
NRC: What? I said ‘boss’, boss like everyone else.
*MON is shaking his fist, A.Young changes the subject as NRC scampers behind Carew*
A.Young: So boss, who are the ‘Bohemians’? I put them in Wikipedia on the old laptop and it just said they were french gypsies.
MON: No Ashley, they’re nothing of the sort, that’s just the historical reference of the…
Delfouneso: Is it like in that really old song boss?
MON: Yes, that’s right Nathan, like the….
*Delfouneso & Delph sing*
Delfouneso: Re-ewind when the crowd say Bohemian
Delfouneso & Delph: Selecta!
MON: What? No I thought you meant the song by Queen.
Osbourne: You’re signing Robbie Keane!? Hurray!
MON: No, no I said Queen.
Salifou: Robbie Keane’s in Queen?
MON: No I didn’t say anything about Robbie Keane!
Osbourne: Ah, keeping it under wraps boss?
*Osbourne taps his nose then points at MON*
MON: No Isaiah I…..
Salifou: What so you’re just going to run to the papers? That’s not like you boss.
MON: There will be no Robbie Keane … Unless of course I sign Robbie Keane.
Osbourne: Wait …. So are we signing Robbie Keane … Or not?
*There is a knock at the door, MON answers. It’s the manager of Bohemians F.C, Pat Fenlon*
Fenlon: Bonjour Marteen. Can I interest you in ze lucky heather before ze match?
MON: No …. Thankyou anyway Pat.
*MON is closing the door whilst Fenlon is fighting against it, his head is struggling to peer around the door*
Fenlon: After ze match, ma boys, zey can tarmac ze drive for you?