Well well well who’s laughing now you Scottish flat bread? Stephen thought to himself. Also Scottish flat bread? Not sure, it sounded funny in my head in. Okay well I see where you were trying to get with it. Thanks. It’s okay, shall we get back to it then? Yeah.
Sorry, where was I? Oh yes, so as Stephen and the Hougang players left the pitch, Steve Kean stormed into the away dressing room without so much as a word to Stephen or the players after yet another win for Hougang over DPMM. After Stephen’s victorious players got back to their own dressing room, muffled sounds, shouting in Scottish probably, could be heard through the walls.
The media managed to get a few words with Steven Kean however, although he is very much in denial about the result.
This wouldn’t be the last time out Stephen and Steve Kean would come together, but we’ll get back to that later. For now though, the team had managed 7 league games, winning 5 and had a nice game in hand over leaders Warriors heading into the Confederations Cup games
They navigated Group G with enough points to qualify for the second round and found themselves against Global FC of The Philippines
‘I can’t handle this, who can explain it?’ Stephen yelled at the team at full time
‘It’s on me boss, it’s my fault’
‘Who said that? Speak up man WHAT IS IT?!?’
‘I gave the players the pre-game snack, I thought it would give them more energy’
‘You fool. First of all where did you get enough Mars bars for 25 players & 4 coaches, of which you didn’t offer me one thank you very much (he said this in a condescending way) as well as that, who in the blue hell told you deep frying them would be a good idea?!?!
‘Steve did boss’
‘Steve? STEVE? I’m Steve for fuck sake’
‘No, Steve Kean, he said deep fried Mars bars are a Scottish delicacy and are the reason DPMM won the league twice in a row’
‘That snake. That bald good for nothing snake. You’re sacked by the way’ Stephen said to the man who spoke up, who turned out to be the club’s fitness coach, now former fitness coach
‘I’ve got nothing to say. You’re all stupid for eating that crap on game day. See you all at 6AM sharp. Dismissed!’
Deep fried Mars bars indeed!
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