*We join the lads happy with the 2-2 draw with United, Houllier is dressed like Fagin from Oliver*
Houllier: Well done ma dears! We were close, so close … I … Marc!? What are you doing!?
*Albrighton is doing Asamoah Gyan’s african dance*
Albrighton: Celebrating my goal.
Houllier: Your goal? Ze match is over…
A.Young: Yeah but see boss in the match Marc tried to fit in as many goal celebrations as he could in and he’s not stopped since.
Houllier: Stop zis nonsense at once.
Houllier: Much better … Now what was I saying? Ah yes, I think zat…. Marc! Do you think zat I cannot see your Henry-esque subtle finger wag!?
Albrighton: Oh… Sorry boss.
*Albrighton pushes down his wagging hand with his other and hangs his head…. He then slowly raises both fists to the air*
Albrighton: What? I’m just stretching.
Houllier: Very well. Now you did a fantastic job out there and…
*Albrighton’s index fingers flick upwards. Houllier just stares at him*
Albrighton: Alright … Alright.
Houllier: Yes I know we have many injuries but it is just like the song says…
Delph: We’re never gonna survive unless we get a little crazy?
Houllier: No Fabian, I was going to say…
Downing: Fog on tha’ Tyne is all mine all mine?
Houllier: No … No. When the going gets tough, ze tough zey get going!
*Whilst Houllier is distracted Albrighton is doing cartwheels and flips ending with a knee slide and the spanish archer pose.*
*Albrighton peers up from his pose.*