Iwobi, Maitland-Niles, Nelson, Willock; they all seem to affect a sort of round-shouldered, languid style, as if to project an image of... what? Gangsta cool? One assumes that everything they do in training is still timed, but they look apathetic.
Not, of course, that that's the main thing we have to worry about.
their own own grannies. See if I was the boss c, each day at training would be full of good loud ****ings and the occasional dry slap for any transgressors with transgression being defined as anything I don't like the look of.
You'd soon see all traces of slopey shouldered apathy disappear from the club and be replaced by the grim and steely demeanour that characterised centre forwards in the pre-war years.
You score a goal? You celebrate with a single manly punch of the air. You snap your ankle? You play on until the physio orders you off for treatment then you spark up a Capstan Full Strength on the treatment table and tell the doc to "gitta fackin move on!" so you can get back out for the second half.
Hells yeah! Each day at the Colney Creche will commence with a 6.00AM cross country run (bóllocks naked) followed by a cold shower with Diego prowling the shower block like a pit-bull dishing out vicious wet towel flicks to anyone trying to avoid the sting of the icy water.
I expect he'll engage the services of an ex-army barber to give them all a decent soldierly haircut too. Get rid of any of those silly girly patterns in their barnets