So because Gary Speed just propped the dugout canopy up in the second half we were shit. So it's Speed's fault then. As Blackwell is the manager he must have told Speed to wave his arms around in the first half in a mad-ass-windmill-stylie and that's what helped us to play well. Speed was knackered in the second half, so he couldn't wave and flap his arms around, so Blackwell had to do it. The players were confused by this.
Williamson - "What's up with Gary?"
Harper - "Gor blimey guvnor, he's creamed and no mistake matey-boy whippedy skip!"
Quinn - "Wanna buy a dag?"
Camara - "Zut Alors!"
Wee Wardy - "Ooh, me pot's bloody heavy."
Treacey - "I'll go on boss, with me Spandau Ballet fringe and everything."
Morgan - "Not even one more wave, for t'lads?"
Speed - "Look you, I'm proper bloody shagged, isn't it."
I was there, and that's exactly how it happened as I saw it. Through the rain. From the Kop. Not actually hearing any of it, more just making it up as I go, really.