All dressed in gold.
Oh! There you are.
You're like, golden!
What a golden boy!
Apparently he went to Waitrose to grab a meal deal.
Apparently...
Like clapping or something?
That's hard.
Mate, I've got some little kids absolutely giving me stacks,
they were mugging me right off.
-How are you? -I'm good, how are you?
I meant what I said in that text message.
Shake that shit off, you've got a bright future man.
It's going to be fun.
How can we solve that?
We call the winger to go to Mason
and you are in front of Lukaku.
It's the only chance we have.
Imagine scoring in the North London derby, bro.