Hercs In The Dressing Room pre Stoke City
*We join the lads preparing for their match against Stoke City*
MON: Right lads we're going to need to defend like lions here I ..... Hang on, where are all the defenders?
*The lads look all around, there are no defenders to be seen, the song 'Blame it on the Boogie' can be heard approaching the dressing room from the hall.*
MON: What the devil?
*The door bursts open and Luke Young, James Collins, Richard Dunne and Stephen Warnock stride in, Collin's is holding a large portable radio*
L.Young: Don't you blame it on the sunshine...
Collins: Don't blame it on the moonlight....
Dunne: We're flying without wings .... I mean ... Damn it!...
Warnock: Blame it on the boogie!
Delph: I just can't control my feet!
*Delph boots Sidwell in the shins, Sidwell screams loudly.*
Warnock: Hey nice catching the lyrics there Fabian.
Delph: What lyrics?
MON: Enough of this tomfoolery! James switch that ghetto blaster off at once.
Collins: My what boss?
*The dressing room erupts with laughter as Collins turns off the stereo*
MON: Now what is all this? Why are you four dressed as the Jackson 5!?
*MON eyes the defenders from their flares to their unfeasibly large afros, Collins is combing out his ginger mane*
Collins: You said we'd have to match Rory Delap's 'fro boss.
MON: Yes I said you have to match Delap's throw.
*the defender's point to their ''fros'*
MON: His LONG throw!
Warnock: Our 'fros are pretty long.
*MON is now seething*
MON: No! His....
*Carlos Cuellar strolls in*
Cuellar: Och, sorry I'm late boss.
MON: Carlos I thought better of you, joining this rabble and dressing as a member of the Jackson 5 and with that ridiculous hair!
Cuellar: Dressing as who? This is what I wear every week?