The Battle for Mowbray's Soul Part Two

I came to, gagged and tied to a chair. I could hear a muffled moan beside me and when I opened my eyes and looked around the room, I could see beside me Mowbray, also bound and gagged. The room was dull, illuminated only by a single lamp on the far side, around which gathered a group of what can only be described as children dressed in grubby sportswear and various forms of Celtic merchandise. So this was the Green Brigade? They noticed we were coming to and one spotty youth approached us first and peered down at me. I couldn't tell at first if he was looking at me or Mowbray as his eyes were so squint but since he bitch slapped me across the cheek I reckoned it was me after all.
'Thoat you'd protect Mowbray then Spiers, eh?' he whined through his nose. 'Well there's nae chance ae that, know? We're the Green Brigade, naebdy messes wi us.'
'Whit aboot the polis?' Interrupted one of the others from the corner.
'Aye, well apart fae the polis, naebody messes wi the Green Brigade.'
'An they Rangers fans who kicked us up and doon George Square that time,' interrupted another.
'Awright, awright, an they Rangers fans who kicked us up and doon George Square but apart fae them and the polis, naebody messes wi the Green Brigade.'
'The Shellick stewards who papped us oot fur singing?' Piped up another.
'Look! Will you lot shut it, I'm tellin this pair oor conditions, know?'
He held up a filthy hand and pointed to a fungal finger, 'Furst, we waant somethin done aboot the referees in this country - they bastards huv been doin Shellick oot ae points aw year. The Green Brigade proposes neutral refs fae Ireland, right? Then we waant mare good players. Then, then..., oh aye, we waant a better manager, sumbdy who knows the traditions ae Shellick football club.'
'Mare than him,' said his mate.
'Aye, mare than him, Mowbray played fur Shellick n'at but he's no wan ae us, no really so we waant him oot, know?'

I sat there dumbfounded at their ridiculous demands as they became more and more outrageous until they began to ask for sweeties and new tracksuit trousers. Meanwhile, Mowbray sat beside me and wept.