c'mon, lets be having ya lads, lets go owt and thrash this
Birmingham?? lot whoever they are,
Paddy, wheres the blubber eh? i had hammer and nails to pin you across each corner of the net so then the surface area covered would have been top notch kiddah
Greg, jesus, sit back down son, make me look like derek, lanky git,
throw it, throw it, throw it
Chris, its a mans game, and your certainly a man, beatiful as the come aswell
, get some cheeky jabs in to their lot
Matthew, before i start, what the frig have you done to your hair, did you mean to do that? bleach is free you know
Gary N, diadora boots, this is 2008 man, sort it out, iv got some kipstas in the boot
David 
, my main man, Gary, there football boots mate, get some of them, anyway, run at em son, just run im sure your faster than most of them
Micheal, mr headless chicken, im sure youl be fine, youve got two people next to you, and 5 behind you, deep breaths, its ok
Gary S, i got a call from my nana earlier, saying she grew up with you down owd sixth pence avenue, she wants her colouring book back, after that, come back here and score a header will ya?
Stephen, fire boyyy
, no only kidding son, thats harsh, pftttt funny though, just run alot, you seem to be good at that
Daniel, scored a few in pre season have you? ooo look at me i can score against lower opposition, score today i might consider you for playing with James, the master
Darius, that doesnt even sound like a yorkshire name, so il call you Arnold, aye, t'old Arnold, god, do you and Matthew share tresame hair products, like looking into the sun, no thats stephen
paha, im funny, anyway, lets bang a few in eh kidda
