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"Glad you could all make it here on such short notice," new manager TonyBrazil surveys the players shivering in the foyer of Tre Fontane and scrutinises his clipboard, "apart from Gadd and Okubo who sent their apologies. One is too busy binging on box sets while the other is too busy binge drinking. For this reason they have both been sacked.
"We must all make sacrifices for the team," tuts Brazil, "do you think I want to be here either this chilly morning? We're meeting in the foyer as I cannot work out how to get into any of the rooms yet, let alone how to turn on the lights.
An unknown hand touches a wall panel and the foyer floods with light.
"Thank you, co-operation is the name of the game for us now, as we plunge straight into the cold bath of a must-win match to secure the play-off place," Brazil shivers too as he even spooks himself, "after that be prepared as this team will rise from the bottom up to the very top.
"Prepare to be legends ladies, now get back to your lives and see you tomorrow morning on the training ground."
The players depart in a stylish cloud of Roman fashion and chatter, leaving new manager TonyBrazil looking around for a caretaker type person to explain the logistics of the building.
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