Hercs In The Dressing Room Post Palace Match
*We join the lads solemn after their draw with Crystal Palace. MON enters shaking his head.*
MON: Saints preserve us, Stephen your dad is still banging on about 'that' corner, tell him to give it a rest will you?
S.Warnock: Neil Warnock's not my dad boss.
MON: Yes, I probably wouldn't admit it either.
S.Warnock: But he's not, we're not even related....
MON: Yes, distance yourself I would.
S.Warnock: No, seriously....
*MON turns to the all the lads*
MON: Well lads, don't feel sorry for Crystal Palace, they were never going to match such a strong team, I mean we didn't want to go out of the F.A Cup and we certainly didn't want to congest our fixture list with a replay.
A.Young: Boss .... We did congest our fixture list with a replay.
MON: Come again?
A.Young: We only drew, it was 2-2.
MON: WHAT!? But the way Neil is going on....
A.Young: He's always like that.
MON: And the way we celebrated when Petrov scored....
*MON mimics in slow motion the little dance of delight he did on Petrov's goal*
A.Young: Yeah, I think it was relief mainly.
MON: So did ANYTHING good come of the match!?
Delph: I got a card to add to my collection boss!
*Delph opens a card wallet folder flipping through the cellophane pages filled with red and yellow cards, he slides his new yellow card into one of the pages, Sidwell peers at it impressed*
Sidwell: Oooh Nice.
Delph: Did you see when I kicked that guy? I was all like 'woooooooy yah!' Then the ref was all like 'Calm down Fabian, I'm putting you in my book' Then I was like 'no way man, I didn't even touch him' then the air ambulance came and....
*There is a knock on the dressing room door, it opens slightly and Neil Warnock sticks his head around it*
N.Warnock: You ready Stephen? Your mum's got tea on.
S.Warnock: You're NOT. MY. DAD!