*camera pans through the first team dressing room*
*door swings open. Mario holds the door open and looks around the room with a smirk on his face. He is chewing on a tooth pick and is wearing aviator mirror shades*
*Mario walks through the dressing room, ignoring the whispered conversations going on around him. Jo sniggers behind his back but looks away and scuttles to the showers when Mario looks at him*
*Mario gets to his locker and opens it, a pair of knuckle dusters falls to the ground, behind him, a door slams open, nearly off it's hinges. It is Mancini*
'Balotelli, my office. NOW!'
*Mario shakes his head and chuckles to himself. He saunters over to Mancini's office, closes the door and waits.*
*Mancini has his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and there are sweat patches around his arm pits. He looks tired*
RM: 'Sit Mario, goddammit, sit the fuck down. WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THIS SHIT?'
*Mancini points at newspapers showing the tackle*
Mario: 'Chief, You can tell those motherfuckers to stick their papers up their mother fucking arses......'
Mancini: 'Really? For Christ sake's Mario, you Cantona'd the Russian prick in front of everyone...'
Mario: 'He was Ukrainian, not Russian'
Mancini: ' I don't give a fuck if he was the fucking homecoming queen, it was a dumb move, and it cost us the game!' *Mancini points at Mario with a pencil* 'Do that again and I'll have your ass in a sling, you hear me?'
*Mario shrugs*
Mancini: 'You're a good footballer Mario, but you're a loose cannon, the chief already wants your balls on a platter. Us both coming from the old country doesn't mean I can save your ass everytime you fuck up, ya hear me?'
*Mario shrugs and looks over his shades at Mancini. They both grin
Mancini: 'Get the fuck out of my office, ya bum. Go and do what you do best'...........
*door swings open. Mario holds the door open and looks around the room with a smirk on his face. He is chewing on a tooth pick and is wearing aviator mirror shades*
*Mario walks through the dressing room, ignoring the whispered conversations going on around him. Jo sniggers behind his back but looks away and scuttles to the showers when Mario looks at him*
*Mario gets to his locker and opens it, a pair of knuckle dusters falls to the ground, behind him, a door slams open, nearly off it's hinges. It is Mancini*
'Balotelli, my office. NOW!'
*Mario shakes his head and chuckles to himself. He saunters over to Mancini's office, closes the door and waits.*
*Mancini has his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and there are sweat patches around his arm pits. He looks tired*
RM: 'Sit Mario, goddammit, sit the fuck down. WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THIS SHIT?'
*Mancini points at newspapers showing the tackle*
Mario: 'Chief, You can tell those motherfuckers to stick their papers up their mother fucking arses......'
Mancini: 'Really? For Christ sake's Mario, you Cantona'd the Russian prick in front of everyone...'
Mario: 'He was Ukrainian, not Russian'
Mancini: ' I don't give a fuck if he was the fucking homecoming queen, it was a dumb move, and it cost us the game!' *Mancini points at Mario with a pencil* 'Do that again and I'll have your ass in a sling, you hear me?'
*Mario shrugs*
Mancini: 'You're a good footballer Mario, but you're a loose cannon, the chief already wants your balls on a platter. Us both coming from the old country doesn't mean I can save your ass everytime you fuck up, ya hear me?'
*Mario shrugs and looks over his shades at Mancini. They both grin
Mancini: 'Get the fuck out of my office, ya bum. Go and do what you do best'...........