*We Join the lads gearing up for their match against Man Utd, Benteke has approached Guzan and Given interrupting their tactical conversation.*
Benteke: Hello kids, one of you give me your gloves.
Guzan: They’re goalkeeper gloves buddy.
Given: Aye, if ya need some to keep you warm dere….
Benteke: I know what they are dwarves…
*Given and Guzan look at each other then back up at the towering Benteke*
Benteke: Well?…. Give me the gloves. The boss says I can be whatever I want to be and today, I am going to be the goalkeeper.
Given: What!?
Guzan: Hey boss, Christian says he…
Lambert: Give him the gloves! You heard the lad, he can be whatever he wants to be!
Guzan: What!?
*Guzan sulking hands over his gloves Benteke snatches them and barely fits a glove on each thumb*
Benteke: Well I suppose this will have to do…
Bent: Say boss, now Christian is in goal, there’s no reason I can’t start, right?
I mean my ankle’s fine now and….
Lambert: Christian, return the gloves.
Bent: Aww man!
*Benteke grudgingly hands back the gloves to a happy Guzan*
Benteke: Well my other idea is that I become a conductor and have my symphony orchestra play at half-time, I was thinking I would start with ‘Smells like Teen Spirit’ and end with ‘Gangnam Style’.
Lambert: Aye, grand, whatever you want to be.
Bent: I can play classical flute.
Lambert: No orchestra.
Bent: Aww man!
Benteke: You ruin everything Darren! EVERYTHING!!
*Benteke flees the room, his hands masking his tears. The lads all look at Bent disapprovingly*
Bent: So…. Um I can start now?
Lambert: Andy?
Marshall: ..Yes boss.
Lambert: Ever played up top.
Marshall: Um… No boss… Not really.
*Bent grins*
Lambert: Take off your gloves son, lets see what you can do!
Marshall: Wooo hoo!
Bent: WHAT!?
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