Webbo rolled over in bed and turned off the alarm.
He stretched and yawned. His head still hurt from oxygen deprivation from the latest mountain topping jaunt and the last night vino after getting rid of Deano and Shakey to deflect from the misbalanced squad he’d created. “What to do today?” He thought to himself. “a-ha” he screamed as the synapses flared. “Appoint a new manager but without any effort at all”. Who can I call he thought? Danny was enjoying a gladbach old time and he couldn’t afford Scott’s request for Cardigan wardrobes to be installed next to Soccerbot. “Yes!” He howled whilst treading on a crampon searching for his slippers”Ole Dave’s Wagner will do. Desperate for work, knows me, guaranteed to coach the squad, he’ll do”. It was 9.15 am and he had the rest of the day off to look at climbing rope.
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