@VillasHerc in the Dressing Room Before Arsenal
*We join the lads preparing for their match against Arsenal, they are looking fearful*
McLeish: Look lads, dinnae be scared! We can upset old Arsene's lads today
Petrov: By winning?!
Mcleish: Hoots man! No, I meant if we try our best we can get a nil nil draw with anyone in the league! They'll hate that, they love all tha' 'Flash Harry', 'Silky Steve' stuff with all the goals an' tha'
Petrov: All the goals? Don't they say they're boring and go for one nil...
McLeish: Pah! Oh aye, they've nay seen borin' yet! Eh lads? Eh?!
*the lads look no more encouraged, if anything more wary*
McLeish: come on boys, look at Andi, he does'nae look like a scared wee girrul.
*Weimann pauses and looks up*
Weimann: If it bleeds, we can kill it.
McLeish: ..... Um ..... Aye.
Albrighton: What are you doing there Andi.... Are you ....sharpening your boots?
*Weimann again stops rubbing the blade against his boots and stares at Albrighton*
Albrighton: Um... Nevermind... You carry on.
*Suddenly the room goes dark and the warm breeze that blew through the window turns cold*
N'Zogbia: Voodoo magic, fu....
McLeish (observing the disturbance out the window): ....Charlie! Mind yer french lad, it's just Gervinho's head emergin' from tha' Arsenal team coach.
*the lads settle with the explanation*
McLeish: Tha's better lads now like I say, ye follow what we've been doin' on tha' training ground and we can pull a nice, wee, borin' draw from this game.
Ireland: Which from trainin'? Tha' human pyramid in front of Shay dere bass?
McLeish: No Stevie, ye know we cannae pull tha' off without a fully fit Emile, I meant our general training and tactics, what other teams call 'defence'. Now let's go out there and show Arsenal!
*Gabby raises his hand tentatively*
Gabby: I'm not comfortable with full frontal nudity boss.
Albrighton: ...Boss! Tell Andi to stop doing his 'goalkeeper scare stare' at me!
McLeish: Now Andi what have I told ye about using tha' stare on anybody but opposition goalies?
*Weimann turns his gaze to McLeish who gives a high pitched yelp and points at Albrighton*
McLeish: Do it to Marc, do it to Marc!!