Hercs in the Dressing Room Post Bristol Rovers
*We join the lads celebrating the Bristol Rovers win*
McLeish: Well done there lads! Saw a real glimpse of Villa's future there!
Collins: What? Playing League 2 opposition?
*the dressing room erupts with laughter*
McLeish (agitated): No. I meant the wee lads came good. Not like tha big fat lad and the lad who looks like he's forgot how te play football! But I'll no' name names.
Dunne: Boss, you're pointing at me dere.
Warnock: And me!
Mcleish: Oh, am I? Sorry lads, I dinnae realise.
Warnock: you're actually pressing our foreheads.
McLeish: Oh, so I am, sorry.
*Warnock strides away in a huff, Guzan is standing in his white robe, arms outsretched in a crucifix fashion*
McLeish: Bradley, must you pose like that whenever you save a penalty? *sigh*
*Bent looks up from his phone*
Bent: Hey, says on Twitter that Warnock's gone.
Gabby: Great I was fed up of him messin' everything up, who's left back now? That guy?
Stevens: Hellooooo Possums!!
Bent: No, NEIL Warnock.
Gabby: What Neil Warnock's going to be our left back? Isn't he a bit old?
Bent: No Neil warnock has 'gone' not Stephen.
*the lads groan collectively, Warnock re-enters from the showers drying his ear with a towel.*
Warnock: What's up boys?
*the lads all stare at him, disappointment etched on their faces*