Date: 10th February 2012 at 5:54pm
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*We join the lads preparing for the Man City match*

McLeish: Well lads, I’d say go out there at win, but as we’re at home. Well… Let’s go out there and try not to embarrass ourselves.

Ireland: Look … erm… Bass…. About last week, I’m sorry … I have that t’ing dere dat Tim Howard has.

McLeish: Baldness?

*The dressing erupts with laughter. Ireland huffs*

McLeish: Nevermind Stevie, all’s forgiven, I literally cannae afford to stay mad at ye, that’s just how tight tha budget Mr.Lerner has me on is. Gary, like I said midweek I want ye te go oot there an’ exert yer influence over the senior team.

*Gardner nods enthusiastically*

Bannan: I very much look forward te playin’ under yer influence Gary…

Mcleish: NO!…er … Not you Barry, no more influence for you.

Bannan: Right boss, I’ll be sure ta steer clear of….

McLeish: And definitely no steering! It’s just nae yer strong suit.

Bannan: Left boss…. um … I mean right boss.

McLeish: .. An’ Charlie, come on man, turn tha’ frown upside down!

*N’Zogbia’s frown deepens*

McLeish: Come on, it could be worse the fans could be screaming ‘You scottish….’ This an’ tha’ like they do all match long to Alan.

Hutton: What!? Most of tha’s not even aimed at me boss! It’s at you!

*McLeish raises his eyebrows*

Hutton: Well. Some of it isn’t aimed at me.