"C'mon, Tony lad, please!" a ragged Yorkshire voice cried, above the bedlam.
Millwall manager Ian Holloway: "It's a mixed bag for me - we wanted three points but the lads keep pleasing me, particularly after going one down.
Just the helpful stuff please, lads.
I'm just saying don't tell me about your diet please, lads, I put on seven pounds over Christmas and I'm pretty sure it's all stollen.
(Mark Hughes would've eaten worms, too. Mark Hughes, on his knees, begging for his job back. "Please, lads," he's crying. "I'll do anything". It's over, Mark. "I'll eat this! Look! I'll eat this worm!" We just wanted you to win more than 33percentt of your games, Mark. "I'll eat worms, look! I'll— I signed Bojan!" Pack your things and go, worm boy).
Even stupid Dickon (lol, says Bronn) is presented sympathetically as a "fancy lad" wanting to please his father in battle but is struggling with the guilt of killing men.
"The lads are very pleased for him because he's been terrific for us as a coach.
"One or two of the lads can be pleased with that; some will need to go back, think and say 'next time I get this opportunity I'll have to take it'".
"Second half we got a reaction out of the lads, I was pleased with that, but we didn't do enough to go and get at least a draw.
" So if England perform pants, lie please, there's a good lad". 'Perform pants'?
