Legends of Reynard City- Vibes of the Rovers

Vibes: ha. Nice one rote

*Rote scowls*

Rote: I'm serious. You're on the bench. We'll make some usual nonsense about an injury or something.
Sal is right. The fans don't want a big time Charlie, the board doesn't want them and I don't
want them. Now go home and get some rest.

*Vibes sighs*

Vibes: Yes gaffer.

Vibes: *storms off*

LATER...

*Vibes is watching TV, slumped down.*

Reporter: We caught up with Silverfox FC's John Squirmy, who as per usual had some colourful comments.

Squirmy: We always look forward to playing Reynard City FC, tin pot club.

Reporter: Some would say the signing of Vibes McAllister has raised their profile.

*Squirmy laughs*

Squirmy: Vibes is a big diving softie, she wouldn't last five minutes against us.

Vibes: oh thats it

*Vibes scowls*

Vibes (thought): If I get on I'm totally nutmegging him.

Vibes: but...i gotta get back in....

*Vibes sighs*

Vibes (thought): Guess I need to toe the line a bit.

Vibes: easy enough

KICK OFF

*Vibes jogs over to the bench and glares at Squirmy*

Squirmy: Not even starting? What's the matter, did you injure yourself lifting your wallet?

Vibes: Naff off Squirmy. Everyone knows you're a crappy wind-up merchant.

Squirmy: *huffs*

*As a drab 0-0 plays out, we get to half time. In the dressing room Rotecol sighs*

Rotecol: Well that was a good advert for watching paint dry.

Team member: well at least its tied

*Rotecol nods*

Rotecol: Yeah, so we're going to need a change of approach.

*Vibes leans over expectantly*

Rotecol: Fiona, I'll need you to get closer up top with Guillermo up front.

Vibes: *waits expecting her own call*

*Rotecol turns to Vibes*

Rotecol: Vibes...

Vibes: Yes Boss?

Rotecol: You make sure everyone gets their drinks before they get back out for the second half.

Vibes: oh come on thats a low blow

*Vibes nods*

Vibes (thought): Okay it's one of THOSE stories.

Vibes: fine then

*Vibes tries to relax as she hands out drinks*

Vibes (thought): Okay Vibes, relax, you'll get your shot...shot...wait...

*Remembers Fiona's reaction about being open*

Vibes (thought): Wait...that's it.

Vibes: i can do this

SECOND HALF...

*Fiona runs over the halfway line. Waiting for the ref's back to be turned, Squirmy slams his elbow into her, knocking her down*

Rote: hey! Foul!

*Squirmy mimes "diving"*

Vibes: You know what you are, Squirmy.

*She turns to the crowd, like a conductor*

Vibes and crowd: SQUIRMY, YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE. SQUIRMY, YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE.

*Squirmy shrugs. Fiona tries to get to her feet but can't , signalling to go off*

A time out is called