Date: 16th August 2010 at 1:40pm
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*We join the lads celebrating their 3-0 win over West Ham*

All the Lads: Old MacDonald’s barmy farmy! Old MacDonald’s barmy farmy! Old MacDonald’s barmy farmy!

MacDonald: Alright lads, quiet down now. I’m not old, just grey before my time.

A.Young: Wow … Messi tweeted that I ‘played a blinder’.

*MacDonald’s face is awash with confusion*

A.Young: You know, on Twitter….. On the computer.

MacDonald: Is that the one where you have to get the frog across the road?

A.Young: Uh …. Yeah. So boss, says on the net you played for Liverpool in the 80’s, how was that?

MacDonald: Well you know, I got to play with the likes of Lawro and Hansen, so as you’d expect….. It was terrible.

*the dressing room erupts with laughter*

NRC: Wow did you see me? Out there? On the pitch?

Albrighton: yeah Nige.

NRC: I mean out there? In front of actual fans? Kicking a ball? In the Premier League?

Albrighton: Yeah … Can you not hold my arm quite so tight Nige, I mean I know you’re excited but….

NRC: It’s crazy you know, I mean after O’Neill put glue in my jacket zip track I thought I’d never play again.

Clark: Nige … you’re cutting the circulation off to my hand, can you let go of us please?

Heskey: Hey boss, thanks for resting me up after the World Cup, wouldn’t want angry fans booing me.

MacDonald: No problem Emile.

Heskey: The heat’s probably died down now, so I can play next match.

MacDonald: No, no Emile. You rest up and keep your head down for a bit.

Heskey: No really, it’ll be fine, I think…

MacDonald: No, no, you rest up.

Heskey: I don’t need to rest boss, I feel at the top of my game, I’m raring to go.

MacDonald: I insist Emile. Rest!

Carew: Um ….. Boss, I know you’re new to the whole ‘Premier League manager’ role, might I suggest our evening’s warm up before the upcoming european game.

*Carew whispers his suggestion to MacDonald*

MacDonald: No John.

Carew: But…..

MacDonald: No….. Just, no.

Carew: Humph! I thought you were different.

*Delph sighs*

A.Young: You OK Fabs? I’m sure the boss will give you a chacnce to …

Delph: No it’s not that, you know sometimes I just miss Leeds.

*A.Young looks over Delph’s shoulder, he’s watching Forest and Leeds brawl on his mobile phone*