Middlesbrough vs Coventry City
Riverside Stadium, 7.45pm, Tuesday 25th November in the year of our Lord 2025
Scene: Int (Day). A Rockliffe Meeting Room
[Steve Gibson, Kieran Scott and Adi Viveash are sat across a boardroom table. Gibson is leafing through a Cockney to English dictionary, Scott is stroking a white cat and Viveash is picking his nose.]
GIBSON: Right, three down and two to go.
VIVEASH: I have to be honest, guys, I didnโt like Gerrard very much.
GIBSON: What didnโt you like?
VIVEASH: When I asked how heโd respond if I challenged him on tactics, he said heโd send his in-laws round to drop breezeblocks on my kneecaps.
GIBSON: Yes, that did seem a bit heavy handed. Where the hell is my phone?
SCOTT: Shall we call the next geezer in for his rabbit and pork?
GIBSON: Rabbit andโฆoh, talk. Got you. [He presses a large red button marked Summon Manager and the door opens to reveal Raphaรซl Wicky, loaded down with two encyclopaedias, a flip chart, a pointer and an overhead projector]
WICKY: Greetings one and all. My name is Raphaรซl and I was going to show you a presentation but my laptop has gone missing. Anyway, I have memorised it. I joined Young Boys three years ago when my predecessor David Wagner departed the Wankdorf Stadium in fewer than optimal circumstances. Immediately, I decided that Hegelian dialectics would be central to my philosophy of instilling a rigidโฆ [the shot fades out and fades back in much later] โฆwhile this panoramic system had the merit of securing the competence of symbolic manifestationsโฆ [the shot fades out again and fades back to reveal Gibsonโs head resting on the desk with a glazed look, while Viveash snores quietly] โฆhorses for courses, as you might say. And that, in essence, is why I think I am the ideal candidate over other people to be installed in Middlesbrough. Any questions?
GIBSON [to himself]: Many. [Out loud] Thank you, Raphaรซl. That wasโฆvery detailed. ChatGPT, please summarise what heโs just said over the last three hours.
CHATGPT: Hi Steve. Sure. Here are the highlights of the last three hours. Young BoysโฆWankdorfโฆrigidโฆhorsesโฆover other peopleโฆin Middlesbrough. Would you like me to search the web for images relating to this?
GIBSON: Absolutely not.
CHATGPT: Sure! Here are some fake images I just made up showing youngโฆ
EVERYONE: STOP!
WICKY: Was there anything else I can add to this hopefully detailed analysis?
GIBSON: No, I think youโve covered everything, and lots more besides. Thank you, Raphaรซl. [Wicky walks out]
SCOTT: What the galloping f*** was all that about?
VIVEASH [looking at his notes]: I think he said an iterative movement centred on absolute boundaries in nature was the key to getting early crosses into the box. But honestly, for the last part, I was just thinking about what Iโm having for tea.
SCOTT: So does he get the Uncle Bob?
GIBSON: Theโฆ[he flicks through the dictionary] Ah. Unless the final candidate is really impressive, heโll have to do. Letโs hope he can fit his half-time team talks into 15 minutes or weโre really screwed. Whoโve we got left?
VIVEASH [squinting at a piece of paper]: I can hardly read this terrible handwriting, but it looks like Dr Nathan Floodgate? [Gibson presses the red button and the door swings open to reveal a man with a huge beard, dark glasses and a laptop showing the first slide of a Microsoft PowerPoint presentation]
GIBSON [wearily]: Jonathan, weโve been through this. Not this time. Weโll call you, remember? [Woodgate shambles out muttering something about new graduated transitions]
VIVEASH: Well, I think that settles it. [Under the desk, Gibsonโs phone lights up with the Crazy Frog ringtone at full volume]
GIBSON: Good afternoon, S Gibson Esq speaking. [pause] Oh, hi. [pause] The whole of south Wales stank of old tyres? [pause] Can you get crosses into the box? [pause] Great. One last question โ have you ever eaten a parmo? [pause] Yeah, Iโd have cheese on toast as well. Never mind, youโre in. Iโll get Kieran to fax over a contract. Bye! [He throws the phone onto the desk and puts his hands behind his head]
VIVEASH: Who was that?
GIBSON [smugly] Our new manager.
SCOTT: Wait, what?
GIBSON: KimโฆHellberg, I think his name is.
VIVEASH: Wait, who?
GIBSON: Iโve had my eye on him since FM22. Heโs over this week doing a tour of Championship clubs and I told him to hit me up if he was free. So heโs our manager now.
SCOTT: But what about the Hegelian philosophy and all the iterative moments?
GIBSON: Ah, knackers to that. Flat back four, one up top, crosses from wide, running the shop. Lovely jubbly and all that Cockney nonsense. We have our man.
SCOTT: Oh well, that was easy. Anyone fancy some tiddly in the nuclear sub to celebrate?
[Gibson looks to the heavens and the scene fades out]
Match details:
I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this MDT, since defeat is almost inevitable and it means my MDT authoring streak will stop at one. But since our players appeared to forget what to do with the round leather thing and the big net thing on Saturday, here we are.
There are so many unknowns about this game, not least whether our new manager will be in the dugout, watching on from the directors box (as has been rumoured) or even in the country. We have players not making the squad for strange reasons, players who were rested on Saturday who might be able to play (or might not), players who are injured for unspecified periods of time and players who simply aren't performing. At all.
Form guide:
Helmed by the improbable saviour of Frank Lampard, Coventry are a lean, mean winning machine, evidenced by their fightback from two goals down to take all three points against WBA on Saturday. With 30 games left to play, they're halfway to a points tally which should guarantee playoffs as a minimum, though I doubt they're thinking so modestly. Moreover, they've scored more goals than the teams in second and third place combined. Perhaps, like Brentford before them, they've finally found the formula to escape this cursed division. Or perhaps they're just on a confidence-fuelled roll that will inevitably end sooner or later when the rub of the green goes against them and referees start treating them the way Boro have been treated all season?
Our formโฆwell, let's not go there, eh? We seem to keep scraping results which keep us near the top of the table, but often after lousy attacking performances. Up front, we have about as much bite as a muzzled dog that left its dentures in its kennel and is currently tackling an entire bar of toffee. It really is woeful, and like our last three managers, I have no obvious suggestions about how to improve our moribund forward line. Other than, you know, endlessly practicing putting the round leather thing into the big net thing.
Questions for the audience:
1. Who makes your starting XI?
2. How many goals will Coventry win by?
3. Which of our attacking players should be sold or loaned out in the upcoming transfer window?
4. What's the worst interview you ever had?