@VillasHerc in the Dressing Room before Bolton
*we join Alex Mcleish enjoying plain porridge listening to Morrissey in his office whilst reading 'How to Win Friends and Influence People'. He rubs his chin*
McLeish: 'Smiling' eh? People like that do they?
*The door knocks, Peter Grant enters nonchalantly checking his clipboard, McLeish is beaming at him.*
Grant: Hey boss, I.....What in the!?
*On laying his eyes on McLeish's battered grin, Grant instictively throws his clipboard and covers his eyes defensively as his papers gently fall in the air around him*
Grant: Have ... I done something wrong boss? ... Or.... Are you hurt... Or something...?
*McLeish drops his smile adopting his default scowl and slides his book into a waste paper bin*
McLeish: I didnae wan' te 'Win' anything anyway. Nothin' more satisfying than a draw.
Grant(picking up his papers and composing himself): Sorry boss?
McLeish: Nothin', how can I help ye Pete?
Grant: Well... Um ... It's bad news boss.
McLeish: Darren's recovering faster than expected!?
Grant: No boss. It's the boy, Weimann, he scored, again, for the reserves.
Grant: Um... Yeah, I'm also hearing rumours that he lives in the wild, like a fox and that he only wants for goals, which he mostly gets ... In the box.
*McLeish chokes on his porridge*
McLeish: A fox ....in the box!? This lad is going to ruin my plans!
Grant: I know boss...
McLeish: I mean all I want is an easy life. A good nil nil here, maybe one one there...
Grant: Yes boss I know but...
McLeish: And he comes in hungry like the wolf.
Grant: Or a fox boss.
McLeish: Aye, or a fox. I tell ye Pete, this lad is the most evil person ever to have come from Austria, he must be stopped.
Grant: Um... I don't know boss, that seems a little....
McLeish: Stop him!
Grant: I ... Don't think we can boss... The fans seem to like him.
McLeish: Grr, fans! Always watching aren't they? with their eyes!
Grant: Boss, calm down, please. Yer scarin' me.
****Later. Albrighton is catching up with Weimann*****
Albrighton: So, looking forward to the match tonight then Andi!?
Weimann: For us, there is no spring. Just the wind that smells fresh before the storm.
Albrighton: O.....K. How cool was your goal though? I mean in front of the Holte End and to win the match too, that must be an awesome feeling,it's what it's all about eh?
Weimann: To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of their women.
Albrighton: ......Yeah. Well .... Anyway, good to see you finally breaking into to the team. Maybe now you can start wearing clothes? I mean I'm not judging or anything, just saying.
Weimann: Almost 20 years of pitiless cumber! No rest, no sleep like other men. And yet the spring wind blows, Marc. Have you ever felt such a wind?
Albrighton: Um.... I'm going to move a little over here now. Er.... Good Luck tonight.
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