*We join the lads preparing for their match against Spurs, there is a loud banging noise. Interrupting McLeish’s inspirational team talk.*
McLeish: What in the World is tha’ racket!?
Albrighton: It’s the door boss!
McLeish: Right!
*McLeish stomps over to the door and hears the pounding getting increasingly loud, a door-muffled yell of ‘Open up you great galah!’ and opens it to Herd who is still wildly flailing and kicking out at the now open space. Realising the door is open he stops, smoothes himself down and strides calmly into the room with McLeish eyeing him sceptically*
Herd: Sorry mate. The doors in Australia open the other way, gets frustrating some times. Fair dinkum?
McLeish: I dinnae ken what yer on aboot kid but if you show any of tha’ attack oot on tha’ pitch yer gonna get subbed so fast yer head…….
*McLeish is cut off mid-sentence by yells from outside.*
Delph: Come out and fight!
Collins: Yeah!
Delph: Somebody! Anybody! I’ll give you such a kicking!
Collins: Yeah!
McLeish: Fabian! Must you do this every week!? Perhaps if you showed less fight you’d get in the team! And James! Whenever there is trouble you’re always there aren’t you?
Collins: Yeah!
McLeish: James stop shouting, there’s no need.
Collins:…..Yeah!
McLeish: Heavens above. Now… Where was I?
Albrighton: You were saying how important it was that we don’t concede trying to score.
McLeish: Oh yes! They’re an attacking side Spurs so it’s key that we…
*Herd leaps to his feet aggressively his chair falls backwards as he looks around agitated*
Herd: Key!? There ain’t a door is there mate!?
McLeish: Door? What? No, no doors calm down.
*Herd regains his composure, picking up his chair and again taking a seat,*
Herd: Oh. Bonza. Sorry, carry on.
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