Hercs' in The Dressing Room Post West Ham
*We join the lads celebrating their 3-0 win over West Ham*
All the Lads: Old MacDonald's barmy farmy! Old MacDonald's barmy farmy! Old MacDonald's barmy farmy!
MacDonald: Alright lads, quiet down now. I'm not old, just grey before my time.
A.Young: Wow ... Messi tweeted that I 'played a blinder'.
*MacDonald's face is awash with confusion*
A.Young: You know, on Twitter..... On the computer.
MacDonald: Is that the one where you have to get the frog across the road?
A.Young: Uh .... Yeah. So boss, says on the net you played for Liverpool in the 80's, how was that?
MacDonald: Well you know, I got to play with the likes of Lawro and Hansen, so as you'd expect..... It was terrible.
*the dressing room erupts with laughter*
NRC: Wow did you see me? Out there? On the pitch?
Albrighton: yeah Nige.
NRC: I mean out there? In front of actual fans? Kicking a ball? In the Premier League?
Albrighton: Yeah ... Can you not hold my arm quite so tight Nige, I mean I know you're excited but....
NRC: It's crazy you know, I mean after O'Neill put glue in my jacket zip track I thought I'd never play again.
Clark: Nige ... you're cutting the circulation off to my hand, can you let go of us please?
Heskey: Hey boss, thanks for resting me up after the World Cup, wouldn't want angry fans booing me.
MacDonald: No problem Emile.
Heskey: The heat's probably died down now, so I can play next match.
MacDonald: No, no Emile. You rest up and keep your head down for a bit.
Heskey: No really, it'll be fine, I think...
MacDonald: No, no, you rest up.
Heskey: I don't need to rest boss, I feel at the top of my game, I'm raring to go.
MacDonald: I insist Emile. Rest!
Carew: Um ..... Boss, I know you're new to the whole 'Premier League manager' role, might I suggest our evening's warm up before the upcoming european game.
*Carew whispers his suggestion to MacDonald*
MacDonald: No John.
MacDonald: No..... Just, no.
Carew: Humph! I thought you were different.
A.Young: You OK Fabs? I'm sure the boss will give you a chacnce to ...
Delph: No it's not that, you know sometimes I just miss Leeds.
*A.Young looks over Delph's shoulder, he's watching Forest and Leeds brawl on his mobile phone*