*We join the lads on the coach home in quiet mood after rescuing a point from Turf Moor*
MON: OK lads, I knew it would be tough out there so a point's not too bad. Emile it's like I always say, you can be our hero baby, you can take away the pain.
*Young raises his hand*
MON: Ashley?
Young: I'm pretty sure that was some derivative of Enrique Inglesias' words, and that's not what you always say, you didn't even say that before the match ...
Carew: Yeah, you said (and I quote) Emile is less likely to score than Nick Griffin at a MOBO Awards after party.
MON: What? That doesn't sound like me at all.
Carew: You wrote it on the tactics board, it's still there.
*MON begins wiping the board*
MON: That's not my writing.
Cuellar: But ye dinnae allow anyone else to wreet on ya board Captain.
MON: Enough of this, anyway, as a special treat I'll be taking our hero Emile and poor, poor Richard Dunne to see our next opponents, Tottenham......
***At the Tottenham match, Defoe scores his fifth goal, Heskey keels over, Dunne hides behind the chair in front peeping on the odd occasion***
MON: Emile ... Are you .... Alright?
Heskey: Strikers .... Scoring multiple goals .... It's all too much to bear, it took me half a season to score one, what is the game coming to?
MON: Don't worry lads, In my infinite wisdom I already have the tactical solution.
Dunne: It doesn't involve Stilyan does it?
MON: Of course not.
** MON, Heskey & Dunne stand outside with children awaiting autographs, they're wearing tights over their faces and carrying baseball bats**
MON: Now we wait til Defoe and Lennon come out and then we yell "sign this!"
Heskey: Boss, do we have to wear these tights I mean we're wearing our full strips people will know its us.
Dunne: Emile's right boss, he's a master of disguise after all, been posing as a striker for years he has.
*MON and Dunne chuckle*
MON: Right enough joking, they're coming out....
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