If it happened how would you see it going? For me...
Don Carlo: standing at the centre of the bar, glass of red wine in hand, waiting to kiss Jose on both cheeks to signal his demise is complete.
Jose hanging around Pep, telling anyone who’ll listen, it’s actually Pep hanging around with him.
OGS acting like Beaker from the muppets, drinking Fanta and eating sherbet dabs, looking for the toilet (he’s still got his shorts on)
Arteta has turned up dressed as Captain Scarlet, acts and talks the part but as usual, not on the same page as everyone else. Big Sean told him it was fancy dress.
Dean Smith, Steve Bruce and Sean Dyche all giving it large, drinking real ales and eating bread and dripping, ain’t that what real men do? Dyche is doubling as the doorman, asking all to tone it down, when actually it’s those 3 that are the loudest of the lot. Dyche has already stopped Potter from getting in, as he looks like he has nothing to bring to the party and a nagging feeling he’s seen his name on a register somewhere, surely.
Klopp is awkward, standing alone but can’t understand why, surely everyone loves him? wonders if he should just bust some moves, like a peacock trying to attract attention ( it’s not gonna work... nobody there actually likes you, ya weirdo.)
Hodgson... ah dear old Roy, already got his Horlicks and dressing gown, he’s not staying long. The music and big Sean are too loud!
Scott Parker and Lampard are handing out tickets for the cloakroom, least they still have something to do.
Bielsa is sitting on a bucket in the corner, he reckons he can see better from there, how the night is going to pan out ... OGS is gonna need that bucket, as he’s now going to be sick and still can’t find the toilets.
It’s only big Ralph’s shoes that can be seen hanging from Klopps arse.
Klopp doesn’t even know he’s there.
Moyes is still looking around for Ferguson. He would certainly liven this place up he thinks and after this season he now feels he’s on a par with Sir Alex... who wouldn’t?
Espirito Santo is surrounded by the ladieeeees, as he brushes and oils his beard, before getting up to sing ‘if you let me stay’ by Terence Trent D’Arby.
BFS has now eaten all the leftovers and Bruce is going to offer him a wafer thin mint, like some scene from Pythons the Meaning of life.
Rodgers trying too hard to be the man of the moment and the comedian of the group but just gives off a vibe of Joaquin Phenoix’s Joker.
Tuchel decides he can come in late to steady the proceedings, and try’s to console his fellow countryman but ends up spiking his drink, cos secretly, he can’t stand him either. He then asks him if he has seen big Ralph.
Taxis are ordered and it turns out There is only one cab available that night... it arrives, Potter is driving, will anyone actually see their own homes again?
Don Carlo: standing at the centre of the bar, glass of red wine in hand, waiting to kiss Jose on both cheeks to signal his demise is complete.
Jose hanging around Pep, telling anyone who’ll listen, it’s actually Pep hanging around with him.
OGS acting like Beaker from the muppets, drinking Fanta and eating sherbet dabs, looking for the toilet (he’s still got his shorts on)
Arteta has turned up dressed as Captain Scarlet, acts and talks the part but as usual, not on the same page as everyone else. Big Sean told him it was fancy dress.
Dean Smith, Steve Bruce and Sean Dyche all giving it large, drinking real ales and eating bread and dripping, ain’t that what real men do? Dyche is doubling as the doorman, asking all to tone it down, when actually it’s those 3 that are the loudest of the lot. Dyche has already stopped Potter from getting in, as he looks like he has nothing to bring to the party and a nagging feeling he’s seen his name on a register somewhere, surely.
Klopp is awkward, standing alone but can’t understand why, surely everyone loves him? wonders if he should just bust some moves, like a peacock trying to attract attention ( it’s not gonna work... nobody there actually likes you, ya weirdo.)
Hodgson... ah dear old Roy, already got his Horlicks and dressing gown, he’s not staying long. The music and big Sean are too loud!
Scott Parker and Lampard are handing out tickets for the cloakroom, least they still have something to do.
Bielsa is sitting on a bucket in the corner, he reckons he can see better from there, how the night is going to pan out ... OGS is gonna need that bucket, as he’s now going to be sick and still can’t find the toilets.
It’s only big Ralph’s shoes that can be seen hanging from Klopps arse.
Klopp doesn’t even know he’s there.
Moyes is still looking around for Ferguson. He would certainly liven this place up he thinks and after this season he now feels he’s on a par with Sir Alex... who wouldn’t?
Espirito Santo is surrounded by the ladieeeees, as he brushes and oils his beard, before getting up to sing ‘if you let me stay’ by Terence Trent D’Arby.
BFS has now eaten all the leftovers and Bruce is going to offer him a wafer thin mint, like some scene from Pythons the Meaning of life.
Rodgers trying too hard to be the man of the moment and the comedian of the group but just gives off a vibe of Joaquin Phenoix’s Joker.
Tuchel decides he can come in late to steady the proceedings, and try’s to console his fellow countryman but ends up spiking his drink, cos secretly, he can’t stand him either. He then asks him if he has seen big Ralph.
Taxis are ordered and it turns out There is only one cab available that night... it arrives, Potter is driving, will anyone actually see their own homes again?
