Returning to the dressing room from the 1-1 draw.
Cuellar: That was a toap notch effort lad, take a bow son, take a bow.
*Carew smiles politely, nods and looks at Cuellar's interpreter blankly*
Cuellar's Interpreter: Nice goal
Carew: Oh Right. Thanks.
*MON storms into the dressing room enraged*
MON: What do you call that? (pointing) Where were you first half !?!
NRC: I was on the bench boss?
MON: What?
NRC: I was a sub, you subbed me on 70 minutes in.
MON: Sub? That doesn't sound like something I'd do, 30 laps at training.
NRC:...But ...
MON: 40 laps! Gabby.
Gabby:....
MON: Gabby!
Gabby:....
MON: GABBY!
Gabby:....
MON: (sighs) James you're a rubbish right back
*Milner pulls out his earphones the faint sound of Paul Gascoigne's "Fog on the Tyne" can be heard*
Milner: I toold ye man, I doon't pleey right back like. Hows aboot Heskey, he did abolutely nowt like.
MON: Don't cha be blaming me Emile, he wasn't even playing.
Heskey: Yes I was boss.
MON: WHAT?!
Gabby: Yes Boss?
*O'Neill's rant is cut short by the sounds of a lute*
MON: Who's that making a racket
*Heskey prances to the front of the crowd*
Heskey: Tis I Martin, forsooth.
MON: Eh? Why are you talking like that? why are you dressed like that?
Heskey: Tis how I've talked for many moons. My attire is due to my part in BBC's thrilling serial adaptation of Robin Hood.
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