Oh dear not ideal that for Karl and Scott. With a massive game coming it is a tough decision for Mark to make, make a point and potentially cost the promotion or ignore it in hopes of going up.

Saturday, 8th May 2021
Mark glared at Scott and Karl as they made their way onto the bus together, trying to put it into their mind that perhaps they shouldn’t be so confident of making their way into the team today after last night’s discovery at The Corn Mill pub.
For everyone else, everyone was already at the pick-up point in Wetherby Town Centre before even Mark had got to the location. It was 10am and the team had a 2 hour journey ahead of them with the fixture being played at Butlin Road in Rugby, just east of Coventry. Karl and Scott had arrived together, which Mark had assumed they would, 15 minutes late from the set-off time. They turned up scruffy, as if they hadn’t had a shower and their faces were pale.
Today’s opponents, Whitehawk had an even longer trip to the venue as they had a three-hour drive from Brighton to reach today’s fixture.
Due to the increased travel time, everybody had brought their own headphones to listen to whatever they wanted before the match rather than the regular Tony Holt playlist that went on the loudspeaker at the front of the coach.
Mark kept looking back in his seat towards Karl and Scott who were sitting next to each other on the bus. Without doubt, they looked very hungover from the night before, making Mark wonder just how long they continued their drinking session.
As the Wetherby bus pulled into Butlin Road, Mark did the usual routine of naming the starting eleven, followed by the subs bench: “Holt, Hosannah, Garfield, Thornton, Downing, Jackman, Gibbon, Meeson, Herd, Mottley-Henry, Jacobs. Bench is: Elliott, Casey, Hudson, Harker, Turner,” Mark paused before reading the final two names. “Scholes and Karl.
“Get yourselves out there, Chapman’s got the ball bag and all the equipment. Scott, Karl, I need you two to stay behind on the bus.” Mark said, glaring at them.
All of the team rushed off the bus as Scott and Karl sat upright as Mark took his seat on the opposite side of the bus, in the same column.
“Have fun last night did you?” Mark started. “Karl, you’re my brother - you are the Milne representative on that fucking pitch. What do you reckon mum and dad would say if I told them that you went against the manager’s call of no fucking drinking during this period of very important matches? What would dad think of you disobeying your manager’s orders? What would mum think of you betraying your brother before the most important day in each other’s lives?
“And Scott, mate, I am embarrassed of you. 31 years old and you can’t even control yourself for such a short period of time. You are not Paul Gascoigne, you’re in the 8th tier of the game. Both of you would’ve started today had you not done what you did last night. Now, it would take something appalling happening on that pitch today to see either of you get a minute on the field.” Mark said, almost growling at them both.
Mark stood up, looking down at the two of them who sat shaking in their seats like two naughty schoolboys. “Absolute fucking embarrassments, the pair of you. Sort yourselves out and grow up. You’re both adults now.”
Mark stepped off the bus, changing his mood almost instantly as he stepped into the summer afternoon’s fresh air, clapping his hands as he jogged over the to team who were practicing passes on the field, getting a feel for the turf today.
Karl and Scott sluggishly reached down to their bags on the coach before trudging off the bus in silence as they walked over to join the players with the knowledge that it was unlikely that they would see a minute of the game this afternoon.
Seb: Not good behaviour from them at all.