*We re-join MON and Ron on the magical sheepskin coat.*
Atkinson: So, Martin. This is where you get off.
MON: Thank you, thank you Big Ron.
Atkinson: Remember you have one ghost remaining.
*MON starts off across a misty field on his way home*
MON: Things are going to be different now, I definitely ....
*a cloaked, shadowy figure appears*
MON: Who, or what are you?
*The figure just points in a direction it wants MON to follow*
MON: Foul creature, identify yourself .... Be you ... Jimmy McHagen?
*The figure removes it's hood, MON lets out a high pitched scream*
MON: Hideous fiend despite my girl like screams you scare me not!
Southgate: Martin it's me, Gareth Southgate.
MON: I see this you vile beast. Now show me what you will!
*Southgate sighs and pulls his hood back up*
MON: Better!
*Southgate points again and MON follows his lead*
MON: What is this?
*MON appears in an office with a disgruntled looking man, yelling at co-workers and hammering on his keyboard.*
Man: Stupid, stupid stupid!
MON: Oh he's on BBC's 606 Message Board, I've heard of this.
Man: We're going to lose, rubbish tactics, rubbish players why can't we be like ...
MON: My goodness ... He's so pessimistic....
*Southgate taps the man's username on his screen*
MON: "IH8JAMESCOLLINS"?..... The lad?
*Southgate nods*
MON: He's become worse than Villagib, Bally and the Reverand combined!
*Southgate nods*
MON(tears in his eyes): Oh wise Southgate, take me back, take me home.
*Southgate nods once more*
*MON wakes up in his bed*
MON: Hmm, perhaps it was all a dream, nevertheless I shall certainly today make the signings befitting of this fine club!
*with a skip in his step he gets ready and leaves for work, bumping into the lad*
MON: Good news lad, today your dreams will be realised! Defour, Van der Vaart, Veloso I shall buy them all! Merry Deadline Day!
*The lad wipes a tear from his gleeful face*
Lad: Merry Deadline Day Mr. O'Neill.
*MON dances around the Bull Ring*
MON: Merry Deadline Day sir! Merry Deadline Day madame! Merry Deadline Day one and all.
*MON arrives in his office and makes a call to Standard Liege*
MON: Merry Deadline Day my belgian chum, I'd like to buy your Defour if you please.
SL Reception: Monsieur, I do believe ze window is closed.
MON: Nonsense my good fellow, tis not midnight but only 20 minutes past the seventh hour!
SL Reception: Qui Monsieur, ze window it closed at 5.
MON: Balls!
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