*We join the lads celebrating their 1-0 victory over Slovenia and progressing into the final 16, Defoe enters*
All the lads: Whoooo!!! Yeah!!! Jermaine!!! What a finish!
Defoe: It's what I'm all about guys.
*Heskey is sat with his arms folded and frowning*
Heskey: I would've put that away.
*The dressing room erupts with laughter*
Heskey: What? I would have!
*The dressing room erupts with laughter again*
Heskey: I can score goals!
*The dressing room erupts with laughter once more*
Heskey: I can! I just prefer to make the other players on my team shine.
Gerrard: Whatever Emile, everyone knows you couldn't hit a cow's backside with a banjo.
Heskey: How many times do I have to tell everyone, it was the quickest cow in the field and my hands were wet, I didn't have a proper grip on the ....
*Terry enters*
All the lads: John!! What a lion!
Terry: Thanks guys.
Pearce: You were great John, slide tackling with your head? Inspired. I have to say you were playing out there like your life depended on it.
*Terry casts a fearful glance over to Capello who is making a slow "cut throat" gesture at him.*
Terry: Yeah .... English pride and all that....
*The lads follow Terry's gaze to Capello who has quickly changed his face to an uncomfortable, wide, teeth-baring smile*
Pearce: Brilliant stuff eh Mr.Capello? Any words for the lads?
Capello: ATTACK, ATTACCO!!! PUSH UP!!!! PRONTO!!! PRONTO!!!!!
*Capello is gesturing wildly*
Pearce: ....Erm.... Boss the match is finished.
Capello: MAN ON!!!!! MOVE, MOVE, MOSSA, VELOCE!!!
*Capello is making a pushing motion with both hands*
Pearce: .... Um ... Yeah ... He said "Great work guys".
Capello: ATTACCO!!!
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