A Windy Morning on Saints training pitch; a young player who has been injured for 3 months trots out on the turf before the others, keen as mustard.
Two minutes later, runs back to dressing room, screaming, sobbing hysterically into the arms of Redmond! His tears mingling with Nats make -up and beard Mascara!
"Whatever is wrong laddie ? "
" Uncle Nathan....ALIENS!! Oooh ! Horrible Scary Round Fings moving round the pitch! Dem fings ! Theyre gonna get me!
" Oh poor Laddie calm down ..thems only the Balls.....the New Gaffer brought them in with him back along when he took over....you' ll have to get accustomed to them!
"Ok then Uncle Nathan... but do I need to touch dem if I get picked against dat Bormuff next munf ? "
"Nay worries laddie..........we just let dat Bormuffs play around wiv it for 98 minutes , make us look stoopid ... then when you come on ..just poke it past the Pole and Bobs yer Uncle ..youv'e got the winner!"
"But...But I thought you was my Uncle"