*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.
Aston Villa have six players away with their countries in the October international window.
Midfielder Jordan Veretout hasn't just had to adjust to life in a new country, at a new club and with a new language, there was also the small matter...
Err. The Vital Villa man of the match v Stoke City...
Manager Tim Sherwood has given his normal Monday briefing, and goalkeeper Brad Guzan has also given his thoughts as frustration reigns.
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