*pssst* Klopp mate, the best way to deal with this would be to burst out of Anfield topless on a white stallion and declare Liverpool a republic (Brighton will follow)
Klopp: the leader the country has been waiting for, but what of his surly underling Mourinho? First to rebel against the evil dictatorship looming over football but never loved enough to be King
Will it be a new Mufasa/Scar situation? Or will these two unlikely heroes learn to put their differences aside and co-manage? Find out, only on Hulu
(all female roles to be played by Laura Lexx, written by Laura Lexx, thought about incessantly by Laura Lexx, produced by someone with too much money who has no idea how shatteringly bad it's going to be aka the inventors of the superleague thingy that started it all)
INT - A Football Theatre - Day Time
Klopp: Hello players. Thank you for joining me in this brave new world.
*Players nod and smile, excited*
PLayer 1 (Pele?): Who is that chief? *indicates woman carrying oranges*
Klopp: Oh don't worry about her. She's just *sighs* everything.
Player 2 (is Cantona still one?): I'm so glad you said no to the Superleague sir.
Klopp: Yes, Cantona (if Cantona is still one) Football must remain accessible to all.
Player 2 (+/- Cantona) Agreed. Look what happened to cricket after the 2005 Ashes.
INT - Football Backstage
Player 3 (Tore Andre Flo): I love playing for Klopp. He is the Grandmother Willow of football.
Pele: Agreed. The ideas he has are superior to others.
Cantona: Who else could have thought of having us run towards the goal to try and score?! inspired!
*Mourinho the football manager deputy is listening in the shadows, seething*
Mourinho (to self): I did! I thought of that too! Just because I didn't say it with a smile and an everyman persona they didn't want to hear it from me. I should be the main football managing man
*The mysterious oranges woman sidles up to the furious Mourinho*
Mourinho: Who are you? You are a woman! You should be in the woman's league, or commentating on one TV show and getting a tonne of shit for it?
*Oranges Lady laughs*
OL: you need to let go of the anger, or you will never be the man in the spectacles.
Mourinho: I don't need spectacles! My vision is sharp!
OL: Perhaps the spectacles show you more than that which you thought could be seen...? *sidles away mysteriously*
Mourinho is left alone in the green room pondering.
Mourinho: Wtf is she putting in those oranges?
INT - Night Time - Klopp's Boudoir
*the red and white silk drapes of his 4 poster bed billow in the jasmine scented breeze that is coming not from the window, but from him*
*a shadow sneaks up close to the bedside table where a pair of pale rimmed spectacles lie*
*The hand wraps itself around the glasses and the shadow withdraws from the perfect room*
EXT - Night time - A fancy street
Mourinho: I've got them! I've got the spectacles of power!
*slowly, greedily, he pushes the spectacles onto his unworthy face*
Mourinho: I can see... everything. I can see injustice and how to cope with it. I can see the balance of the universe, constellations of power. I can see E-numbers and all that has been and is yet to come. I can see injuries and goals! Goals! I see goals!
*a fox slinks round a bin towards the bowl of food the Klopps leave out because all creatures deserve dinner*
Mourinho: If there were a fox league, that fox would be best situated at centre middle right back and I would get the best out of him by watching The Wire together
*a hedgehog lumbers into the custom built hedgehog hotel that the Klopps had commissioned & made from sustainable wood*
M: This hedgehog would be a striker. Several long conversations about why he resented his mum's new boyfriends as a kid would have him at peak within a season
*Mourinho pulls the spectacles from his face. He looks like he has aged a decade in the minutes that have passed since he applied them. A hand falls on his shoulder. A majestic hand. The hand of God (this is a football reference? delete if its a bad one)
Klopp: Perhaps I could have my glasses back?
Mourinho: I saw... I saw it all
*Klopp nods*
Mourinho: It's too much
*he hands the spectacles back to Klopp's outstretched hand. Klopp nods and offers a hug to the shattered Mourinho*
Klopp: With great football power comes great football responsibility. (get the cartoon fans on board)
*Klopp invites Mourinho in for a brown drink like men do when they need to ponder in TV. They enter the house. From the bushes Oranges Lady smiles*
NEXT TIME ON "THE BEAUTIFULLEST GAME":
Paul Ince: But Klopp! it's been years since I played! I can't start for Liverpool and Hove Albion!
Klopp: You have to. You're the only other player Laura remembers the name of.
Ffs. I have a job tomorrow writing on a topical show. A dream job. I can’t believe it’s happening this week so I have to attempt to understand why people who love football are sad about there being more football
Husband: The super league is bad for football because the cool thing about football is all levels play each other.
Me: so just don’t watch this weird closed in league? Carry on watching the old league?
Husband: But these big teams might get kicked out of the old league for joining the new league.
Me: but then won’t new smaller teams take their place so, actually, lots of big money has been removed creating a fairer eco system in the old league?
I’m quite drunk. I’m overall very sad at the moment. I’m stuck in a crevice of loathing lockdown entirely whilst also screaming for a stricter one because if we could only do it properly short and sharp we could end it all and go back to normal.
I feel really stuck between the voices I hear: yeah, I want common sense and I want to go back to normal. But, if common sense is:
a) just kill everyone below average strength
b) lock us all down hard and short
Then I choos (b)
But I’m stuck in a reality where the unbelievable decision being taken is (c): lockdown long and sloppy, kill a lot of people, incite furious arguments and dissent, kill the livelihoods of those lucky enough to survive
It’s a fascinating psychological insight that some people can:
- see actual people doing an actual thing
BUT
- be more afraid of people who are not actually doing it, but who they fear could hypothetically do it
Fearing a concept of a person more than the actions of another person
That’s a phobia isn’t it?
I’m trying to imagine Caroline Lucas setting light to a forest and me thinking “I’d rather she did that, than I imagined Boris Johnson doing it”
If there's a second lockdown, I would like to be the first to start all the jokes from last time again...
- Can I still get Covid-19 if I didn't see the first 18?
- January has 31 days, February has 28, March has 3924
- Cor bloody Joe Wicks
- mmmmmm banana bread/yuck banana bread
ermigerd imagine if GBBO has a banana bread technical? THE SCENES! An entire nation screaming about recipes from their crumb covered sofas
"YOU SIMPLY MUST MASH THE BANANAS YOUNG COMPETITOR WHO WILL GO OUT IN WEEK 5 DUE TO HAVING HAIRBRAINED IDEAS ABOUT CINNAMON FROM THAT 2 WEEKS YOU SPENT IN ASIA THAT ONE TIME"
If cowardly is not wanting uninvited interactions with dull pedants who insert themselves insultingly into light conversations in order to wank all over the perceived moral high ground THEN PAINT MY BELLY YELLOW AND POUR ME INTO A FRAIDY CAT COSTUME
“You don’t want to talk to me so therefore you must be afraid of my truth. I am powerful.” He said, in his most powerful keyboard baritone.
She looked at the words, lying bare across the screen and hesitated. Perhaps he was right?
But he wasn’t so she got on with her day
She looked at him across the internet, ‘he must be exhausted. it’s tiring work finding conversations between two women he doesn’t know and finding a way to twist them into a superiority complex.’ If only he knew someone in real life who could bring him a refreshing juice drink
The sort of people that complain at TV comedy would have their brains fall out of their arseholes if they ever walked into a live comedy club and saw what was said there
"Free speech is dead!" say people who only watch people talk through several filters of production and broadcast.
"Free speech is dead!" say people complaining about people speaking freely in disagreement with themselves
"The trouble is it just isn't REMOTELY funny." say people watching from a silent room, in a bad mood, trying not enjoy it with other people who also prefer moaning to laughing. The remote is tantalisingly out of reach, as is the front door