To be fair, he probably had to spend the previous night in Doncaster listening to another player FARTING all night.
Well worth a start.
I got up at 6am last year, travelled up there, got f***ing wet, delivered a ROUSING and MOTIVATIONAL teamtalk and then watched the boys ANNIHILATE Donny whilst FILMING the whole thing.
Did they ask me to be the GAFFER again?
Did they f***!
In fairness the travelling part wasn't probably TOO ardous as I was driving so all you had to do was sleep and fart , the team talk involved promises of CIDER which was fair enough
You didn't have this SELECTION HEADACHE business, as we only had ELEVEN players! You still managed to make one huge SELECTION clanger even then, by SELECTING brand new SUEDE boots to wear on the muddiest field since the Somme.