OI! TEAM!

Nov 18, 2002 00:11

Team:

I'm disgusted. "Give us the weekend, Oliver," you said. "We'll come back rested and ready to work." Rested? Ready? Chance would be a fine thing, you sad lot of whinging babies. I know exactly what you're doing over there at Bennett's. You're stinking drunk and you're gorging yourselves on nothing but biscuits. Keep it up and you'll break your brooms with your fat arses. On Monday, we'll start a new practise regimen, and you're all on diets until I'm not ashamed to call you athletes. Never again will I let you go off Summitting. Come to think of it I DON'T RECALL GIVING YOU PERMISSION TO LEAVE THIS TIME. I got to the pitch on Friday morning and realised I'd been deserted by my "team". You call yourselves a team? Our first game is NEXT SATURDAY and now I hear that you're planning to take tomorrow off as well?

GET. BACK. HERE. RIGHT. NOW.
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