Hercs - In The Dressing Room (Pre-Hull)
*We join the lads gearing up for their clash against Hull*
MON: Hi lads, now I've got a treat in store for you .... Ex-England and Villa manager Graham Taylor and ex-Villa legend Ian Taylor, the Taylor brothers everyone!
*The lads applaud as Ian and Graham Taylor enter the dressing room, they greet the players gratefully*
I.Taylor: We're not brothers Martin.
MON: Had a fight have you? Family eh, who'd have 'em?
I.Taylor: No, I mean we're no relation we just share a name and ....
MON: Whilst you're here actually the zip's gone funny on my favourite tracksuit jacket, I was wondering if one of you guys could...
I.Taylor: We're not tailors either.
G.Taylor: Speak for yourself Ian, I cut a wonderful suit.
*Graham fiddles with MON's tracksuit jacket, Ian frowns*
G.Taylor: There you go.
*MON runs the zip up and down*
MON: Amazing, it's perfect. Sorry, I'm taking up your time please 'entertain the troops'.
*Graham turns to the team*
G.Taylor: Do I not lot like orange!
*The lads all laugh*
Heskey (wipes a tear): Gets me everytime.
*Graham produces a pointer hitting a picture of Phil Brown on the wall*
G.Taylor: ...and this man is too orangey for crows!
*Ashley Young laughing raises his hand*
G.Taylor: Yes, you there?
Young: Like Kiora Mr.Taylor?
G.Taylor: Like what? What're you talking about lad? Anyway, also look out for this bloke 'ere.
*Graham hits a picture of Jimmy Bullard*
G.Taylor: What he lacks in teeth he makes up for with footballing ability.
*Ian Taylor's phone rings, he reaches into his suit-jacket pocket*
I.Taylor: It's mum, she wants to know what we want for tea.
G.Taylor: Have we got fish fingers?
*Ian turns to talk on the phone, he turns back*
G.Taylor: Not the orange ones though the batter ones ..... And no carrots.
*Sidwell raises his hand to ask a question*
G.Taylor: Put your hand down son, I don't talk to your sort.
MON (sheepishly): O.....K! Ian and Graham everyone!
*MON sheperds them out of the dressing room, no-one but Heskey applauds*
Heskey: Wooooooo, legend! Wooooooo!!!
*The rest of the lads stare at Heskey, he sits*