Let's hope Vardy can give his best Changing Room Cambiasso

Speech and motivate these egotistical fuckers into putting in a shift.

We need the Birch to put on his old Churchill boiler suit and give them one last speech.

‘Even though many old and famous clubs have fallen into the grip of the old Divisions Two and Three, and all the odious apparatus of EFL rule, we shall not flag or fail. We shall go on to the end, we shall fight in Geordieland, we shall fight against the bubble blowers and dildo purveyors, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, especially if Maddison can get to the corner flag at quicker than funeral pace, and focus on twatting the ball, rather than theatrically clapping the supporters. We shall defend Bede Island, and Frog Island, and even the Traffic Island adjacent to the hotel where Gerry so upset the night receptionist. We shall fight like we did on the beaches of Lincolnshire and Norfolk in times of yore, we shall fight on the way from the Station, we shall fight in the Rec that now bears the name of Mandela, and in East Street and near the Jail, we shall fight like in the days of the Wanlip Sandhills; we shall never surrender, and even if, which I do not for a moment believe, this club were indeed to be relegated and be left potless, then our supporters beyond the seas, hosted and guarded by Nagerz in his Bangkok bolthole, would get properly bladdered in July, and come back refreshed to a narrow pre-season defeat at Rockingham Road, where Soho would once again embarrass himself in bantz with some landlady of perceived easy virtue. Thence, my fellow Citeh bondsmen, we would carry on the struggle, until, in God’s good time, the King Power Empire, with all its power and might restored, steps forth from its lassitude and misplaced faith in fools, and leads us back to the sunny uplands of our recent glory.’
 
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