*We join the lads preparing for their match against Sunderland, McLeish has a particular fire in his eyes*
McLeish: Well lads as you will all know O’Neill an’ I have had a rivalry dating back years! I hate him! Hate him so much I wish I could take his glasses off snap them then put them back on him, upside-down! But I do know him inside out so I know EXACTLY what tactics we’ll need for today.
*Albrighton raises his hand, McLeish nods at him to speak*
Albrighton: Is it to defend, aiming for a nil-nil if not a one one draw boss and to play the entire game as though we’re in the lead regardless of whether we actually are?
*McLeish stares silently at Albrighton, his eyes dart to his clipboard and back*
McLeish: Have ye been readin’ ma notes Marc! Cuz I tell you wha’….!
Albrighton: No! No boss… Sorry … Um … I mean not sorry because I didn’t look at your notes, it’s just …. Well….
N’Zogbia: Zis is what we do every single match regardless if it iz your Martin O’Neill we are playing!
Albrighton: …. Um …. Yeah.
*Mcleish ponders the statements until his phone rings, he picks it up and answers in a chirpy, friendly tone*
McLeish: Oohhh Martin!!! How are you fella!?
*the lads look at each other as McLeish pulls the phone away from his ear pulls a hateful face at and shakes his fist at it before returning it to his ear again adopting his ‘nice’ voice*
McLeish: Really? Well tha’s grand…….. Wha’? ….. Gabby? £12 million ye say? …. Sorry. No deal.
*McLeish hangs up looks at the phone and yells*
McLeish: I hate you Martin! I! Hate! You!!
Heskey: Wow boss, you must really hate him to turn down £12 million for Gabby, Mr.Lerner will be so mad….
McLeish: I didnae turn him down ’cause I hate him Emile. Though I do. Hate him. I’ll be damned if I go to all the trouble of turning a right-footed, goalscoring striker into a defensive left midfielder and have someone come along and ruin all ma good work!
Gabby: Um… Does that mean I can score a goal boss? I mean I did promise the loyal fans that ….
McLeish: No! No goals for you Gabby, I dinnae ken how many times I must tell ye, if I see you 10 yards away from Steve I’ll kill ye, he’s a liability.
Warnock: Hey!
McLeish: What!? Ye are!
*Warnock bows his head without defence*
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