Date: 20th January 2012 at 10:41am
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*We join the lads preparing for their match against Wolves, the lads are concerned how late Gabby is running*

Heskey: Hmm, this isn’t like Gabby at all he usually loves gearing up for these derby things.

*Gabby can be heard struggling outside of the door*

Gabby: Come on! I said Come on!!

*Gabby backs into the room, his shirt is torn to shreds and he is a mess of sweat and blood dragging two ropes*

Albrighton: Gabby? You OK? You look a bit… Oh my God! Are those wolves!?

*the lads gasp in horror as Gabby drags in two wolves*

Gabby: Yeah, fine. I mean we’d been here since last night I hadn’t seen a single wolf, so I thought I’d you know find them and get to know them a bit before the match. I think this one’s Karl Henry and this one’s Kevin Doyle.

Clark: Erm…. Is that one dead?

*Clark is pointing to ‘Doyle’*

Gabby: Yeah, I think so, he doesn’t do much, that’s how I knew it was Doyle.

*the lads murmur in agreement with this conclusion*

Albrighton (Now standing on a chair): They’re wolves! Actual freakin’ wolves! They’re dangerous man, where did you even find them!?

Gabby: They’re not that dangerous if you play a pressing game and match their physical ….

Albrighton: No… I mean wolves…. I mean THAT wolf!

Gabby: What he’s not that….

*the wolf lunges for Gabby’s jugular, Gabby and the wolf are rolling, Gabby is screaming*

Gabby: See this how I knew it was Henry!

*Again the lads nod and agree, Albrighton and Clark look at each other perplexed as McLeish enters stepping over the dead wolf and around Gabby who has pinned the wolf to the ground as it gnashes it’s teeth at him*

McLeish: Karl? Kevin? Will Mick nae be wondering where you are?

*’Henry’ whimpers and wriggles from under Gabby dragging ‘Doyle’ out of the room by the tail*

McLeish: Anywee, here’s tha’ gameplan for tha’ match lads….

Albrighton: OK, am I the only one a little freaked out about this?

*the lads shrug and listen to McLeish’s tactics as Albrighton eases down off his chair*