Hercs in The Dressing Room Post Sunderland
*We join the lads leaving the dressing room solemn after their defeat to Sunderland*
Dunne: So, so sorry lads..
Heskey: Don't be sorry Richard, we all make mistakes, well you all make mistakes anyway.
Carew: What are you talking about Emile!? You missed a sitter out there.
Heskey: Did I? Or was I letting it run with a clever dummy that not one of you ingrates picked up on?
Carew: No, I'm pretty sure you totally fluffed the shot.
Heskey: Fluffed? Fluffed!? There is no fluffing from me, you are the fluffer around here John. I mean come on, when is this film ever going to start?
*the lads erupt with laughter*
Carew: What!? I wasn't even....
Dunne: Can everyone please stop saying fluff?(sigh!) Well at least now I've completed four pitches.
*Dunne stops dragging the goal posts with nets and begins tieing them to the roof of the coach*
A.Young: Wait ... Richard you do know that this doesn't mean you literally own the goal right?.... Richard?.... Richard?! Are you ignoring me?
Dunne: Drive Dion drive! Bruce is on to us!
*Dublin tips his drivers cap as the Villa coach pulls away from a chasing Steve Bruce who eventually trips over his own feet and shakes his fist at the coach from the ground. Downing leans out of the window*
*the coach erupts with laughter*