From Discarded to World Cup Winner

I dragged England to the World Cup by myself, but instead of a hero's welcome, I got a knife in the back. Robert, hell of a performance. too bad you won't be going to the World Cup. What do you mean, George? Come on, we both know why we won tonight. My system and to win the World Cup, I need players who obey my tactics. Boss, are you crazy, he just scored five goals. Robert is the only reason we're going to the World Cup in my system, a monkey could have scored five goals. Fifty grand call it a goodbye. bonus, fifty grand doesn't even buy my cleats. You're lucky I'm throwing you a bone mate, most coaches would have kicked you out for free. Fine, now we're even. But from this day on, George, I'll never answer another England callup again. Perfect! Enjoy watching the World Cup from your couch. My tactics are bringing England their first trophy since 1966. The only thing your system does, George, is choke out the best player on the pitch. Margaret Rock, the new US head coach. and my ex. Look at this, the Americans are so desperate they hired a cheerleader to save them, go back to babysitting your squad of losers, sweetheart, you won't even survive the group stage. Thanks for the bonus, manager. Good luck without me. Want to win the World Cup. coach more than. anything good, I've got a US passport put me on the American roster.

What the hell is going on here, George? Half our starting lineup is in the hospital. Boss, I can explain. My system just requires a brief breakin period. You are butchering our World Cup chances if you don't get this squad in shape by tomorrow; pack your bags, you are finished! Robert. it's your old manager. listen, I practically made you who you are, I pulled you up from nothing. so as a favor, just send me those custom training plans you use for the boys. You're the tactical genius, George, write your own plans. The training plans you worked with Robert every day, what were his routines reproduce them right now? Do it yourself I'm leaving the national team. What you can't leave the World Cup is in four months You throw this away and you have nothing. I was meant to retire a year ago, George. Spend more time with my family, but Robert convinced me to stay, said he'd do everything he could to win the World Cup as my retirement present He's my friend, my mentor, my hero, the reason I gave it one last go. But with him gone and a self obsessed hack like you in charge, I'm not breaking my bones to feed your ego, keep your World Cup. Boss, what do we do? We don't have a plan. We don't have a captain. We don't even have a striker. Don't you dare act like we are nothing without Robert Lawrence! We don't need Robert, let the weak quit, the system is Flawless, meet your new striker and your new captain. My son, Liam.

Holy. shit. we're actually going to win the World Cup. All right, fanboys, wrap it up. We have four months until the World Cup, Robert just set the standard now we train until every single one of you can keep up. Move! Look at you calling the shots I've been waiting for this day, Robert, to share a pitch with you again. You left me to chase your career, so I had to become the best coach on the planet just to bring you home. All right, England push through the pain if you throw up, swallow it. 아! Get on your. feet. Since when did my national team become a bunch of fragile little glass dolls. Don't think I don't see what you're doing You're faking these injuries just to skip practice Pathetic. No one is faking boss We are physically broken. excuses It's the. truth when Robert was here He ran these sessions he mapped out our recovery he built custom training plans we need that structure. back I am the manager I am the tactical genius of this team Robert was nothing but a spread jute. pick up those bibs right now give me three more hours of high press sprints. Anyone who stops gets cut from the World Cup roster move! No. that's it, we're done. you're a maniac George, you're snapping our legs before the tournament even starts. We aren't playing for you.

Jesus, Rob. are you that desperate? We're massive underdogs, Robert England's bench is worth more than our entire roster I don't care. Margot, I'm offering myself to you Ready to make history? Let's go destroy England. Manager Bennett Lawrence just scored five goals, why let him go is there really a better striker option out there for your system. gentlemen please with my tactics. Liz, I could put a rookie up front and still bring home the World Cup. Ask yourselves this, if Lawrence is truly as talented as you think, why is he running to America? Lawrence is just a YouTube player. Flashy highlights, zero tactical substance, totally overrated. Our next warm up match is against the Americans, come watch my team slaughter Lawrence and his cheerleader coach. Bro, it's really him with goat, he's actually here. Hold up, man, why'd you choose to slum it with a bunch of underdogs like us? My mom's dying wish for me to wear this crest. Play for my country, Robbie promise me, but we were dead broke, my dad forced me into the English Academy just to pay her medical bills. I'm finally home. Talk is cheap, new guy, those five goals against France, sure that wasn't a fluke. Come find out. Screw you, George, called out a Youtube player.

The louder they laugh today, the harder they'll cry tomorrow. Welcome to the USA vs England prematch presser. We'll now open the floor to let's save the media some time. Tomorrow isn't a match; it's an execution. We're just here to put down a stray dog. So Lawrence, you really tricked the whole world. didn't you? Played the hero, marketed yourself as the undisputed best. But everyone knows the truth nowyou're nothing but a YouTube player—all flash, zero substance. Still better than hiding behind your daddy's playbook. You want reality, let's talk numbers since Robert rejoined camp I've tracked every single one of his performance metrics speed recovery shot accuracy stamina they're completely off the charts. Coach Roth, you're fielding a squad of amateurs. My grandmother could pad her stats against American defenders. How could you. we'll let the pitch do the talking tomorrow. The scoreboard doesn't care about your opinions. You cost me everything, Lawrence, I bet my life savings on you turns out you're a fraud. I want my money back!

Boss Respectfully He hasn't played a single minute of professional football in his. life Liam knows my playbook inside out If you ever question my authority again I will bench you until the world forgets your name Do you understand? Now, then anyone else have a concern they'd like to share? Next week against the Yanks, just feed me the ball you losers make me look good for the cameras. George treated Robert like a robot, handcuffed him to a rigid system and Robert still played like a god, so we do the exact opposite, we take Robert off the leash and let him slay. Listen up boys, tomorrow we face England, the most expensive squad on earth, so rest up tonight, we're gonna make them suffer. And Captain, shower up, we've got a joint press conference with George Bennett and his new striker. Hey Rob, did George hurt your feelings Good thing you found a new mummy to cry to. You're completely overrated Have fun losing with the Yanks Hey, couldn't score on the pitch So you have to score with the coach That's the only way a reject gets playtime!