Part 7!
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We made our way on to the pitch. A bunch of cones and markers had been laid out. Chisholm followed us out and cried, 'BILLY!'
Enter our new assistant manager.
He came down the track riding a kiddie's tricycle. The players looked on in horror as he approached. He was wearing nothing but a bib, a nappy, and a hat with a little propeller on top of it. Jumping off the tricycle he bounded over towards us shouting, 'BILLY LIKE FUTBA! BILLY LIKES FUTBA!'. He was drooling profusely, and his tongue was lolling out his mouth like that of a frisky Border Collie who just fu**ed a sheep.