Davey: Erm - Anthony ... Gord's got something to say Kay: Okay Gord: Reyt then thee - thaz dropped Kay: I'm sorry? Gord: Thaz dropped - me & Marty Wilkinsword think Kyel Reid & Rowan Atkinson are better centre thingybob's than you Kay: Erm - I'm on the bench again? Gord: Aye Kay: So - let's get this right ... one minute I'm captain & the next I'm replaced by a bloke who runs in slow motion & a lad who played in the conference last year? Gord: Half past six Kay: Pardon? Gord: It's that first goal against Swansea Kay: Cardiff Gord: Aye, Swansea ... tha should've launched it away so they had to scramble jets from Blackpool Tower filled wi Airedale Terriers Kay: I did make a few mistakes, but I think I've been pretty good this season Gord: Neyw - tha rubbish Kay: What does Simon think? Gord: Who? Kay: Simon. Davey. The Manager. Gord: Oh aye - Simon. He's busy setting on a ballet coach. Kay: What? Gord: Ballet. We're going to have you doing ballet & yoga. Kay: How much have these coaches cost? Gord: Therteh six pence Kay: How much? Gord: Last offer - now do you want the ballet coach job? Kay: You what? Gord: Offer withdrawn - now get out of my office Kay: But Gord, we're in the dressing room showers. Naked. Gord: I said get out * Gord & Simon skip naked from the showers to the theme tune to Bullseye. (c) I've actually no idea what went on - 2007 Ltd