Date: 9th January 2012 at 10:33am
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*We join the lads celebrating the Bristol Rovers win*

McLeish: Well done there lads! Saw a real glimpse of Villa’s future there!

Collins: What? Playing League 2 opposition?

*the dressing room erupts with laughter*

McLeish (agitated): No. I meant the wee lads came good. Not like tha big fat lad and the lad who looks like he’s forgot how te play football! But I’ll no’ name names.

Dunne: Boss, you’re pointing at me dere.

Warnock: And me!

Mcleish: Oh, am I? Sorry lads, I dinnae realise.

Warnock: you’re actually pressing our foreheads.

McLeish: Oh, so I am, sorry.

*Warnock strides away in a huff, Guzan is standing in his white robe, arms outsretched in a crucifix fashion*

McLeish: Bradley, must you pose like that whenever you save a penalty? *sigh*

*Bent looks up from his phone*

Bent: Hey, says on Twitter that Warnock’s gone.

Gabby: Great I was fed up of him messin’ everything up, who’s left back now? That guy?

Stevens: Hellooooo Possums!!

Bent: No, NEIL Warnock.

Gabby: What Neil Warnock’s going to be our left back? Isn’t he a bit old?

Bent: No Neil warnock has ‘gone’ not Stephen.

*the lads groan collectively, Warnock re-enters from the showers drying his ear with a towel.*

Warnock: What’s up boys?

*the lads all stare at him, disappointment etched on their faces*

Warnock: What?