At last Atkins listened to me and changed it around at half time. He’s paid a million quid to do that and I knew all the time what he needed to do.
The biggest trouble was his mate; that berk Billy Smart. If that halfwit could score a penalty we’d have won. Good old Jodi McAnuff on top form but useless Pearce went to sleep in the first half and gave them a goal. Even McCartney was was half asleep. Sell him Atkins.
Even my boy Charlie knew what was going to happen and he’s a right idiot.
Anyway if we just keep losing at home and winning away, we’ll get in the play offs and I’ll need to fork out a small fortune for Wembley tickets again. How am I going to afford that? Atkins should give me the money. Knock it off Billy Smart’s wages.
Load of rubbish. Atkins out (unless he listens to me a bit more).
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