call it what you want

10. we'll all be here forever

Ted gathered the team and the newly appointed Coach Nate into the press room for a 'special talk'.

"Alright gang. Here's the unskinny bop. Manchester City is coming into our house for the final match," Victoria sat on the podium swinging her legs as Ted spoke, "but preparation-wise, we gonna treat it like it's any other game."

But it's not and you know that Ted.

"But it's not just any other game. We could get relegated." Isaac agreed, arms crossed in his seat

"We got relegated when I was at Cardiff. It's my family's team." Colin spoke up a few seats down, "My nana never spoke to me after that. She just left me a box of her shit in her will."

Jesus fucking Christ.

Zoreaux spoke from next to Colin, "Yeah, and when clubs go down, teams get broken up."

Sam got a look on his face as he spoke, "Coach, do they not have relegation in America?"

Vic decided to respond, "Nope. All the shit-tastic teams get to play out the rest of the season and no one really gives a fuck. That right Beard?"

"Yeah. It's dumb."

Perfectly said.

Ted took a step forward as he spoke, "Alright, now. Coach Nate-" He was interrupted by Nate blowing his newly appointed whistle.

Everyone clamped their hands over their ears.

"Not inside!" The other coaches practically screamed in unison.

Ted shook his head as he continued, "I was saying, now Coach Nate has a video he wants to show." Vic hopped down from the podium as carefully as she could, taking an empty seat next to Roy as Beard rolled the tv in.

Nate explained how he thought everyone would find the video motivational as he hit play, Jamie Tartt's face popped up on the screen.

"Well I'd never say a bad word about me old club."

Maybe he's changed a little.

"Even though I did carry them through every match."

There it is. That cheeky bastard.

"But they're good lads. Apart from Roy Kent. He is a knob."

Roy grumbled from beside Victoria.

"You know, and it's not to have a real manager like Pep instead of that American rodeo clown and his niece."

He did not change at all did he? Not one fucking bit.

"You know, Lasso sent me away, now they're facing the drop. Sunday. I get to put the final nail in the ashes."

Okay first of all, it's 'nail in the coffin', secondly, Ted didn't send him away but he still doesn't know that. Thirdly-

A chair went flying above the boys slamming into the tv, shattering it. All heads whipped around to find Isaac standing, his chair missing.

"Oops innit?"

"Well said." Roy agreed.

"Alright," The girl stood turning to face the boys, "let's go fuck shit up."

—

Later that night Ted summoned a coaches meeting at his place.

"Okay, come on. We got this. Look, we win, we're in, okay?" Ted paced around his living room while his friends and colleagues took their seats on his furniture.