Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

has been known to dabble in quite a few different class A drugs.
I don't think so. Not when the game's about character.
You keep me posted.
No parole boards, judges...
Simple ball every time, eh?
That fuckin' Meehan.
But I'll tell you something--
You know, like the pros. All that caper.
We're gonna see what we can do about them beady eyes, eh?
But you do tend to get sent off, so if you're gonna use it...
What's that? I'm your manager.
Didn't take long for standards to start slipping.
We still need a goalkeeper.
Yeah, he needs to chill. Yeah, he's had a hard day at work.
He did that on purpose.
But right now, I'm thinking you're polluting my air.
Don't you get fuckin' smart with me. You understand?
You sit down.
Look at me. Sweet old man, huh?
The guards look determined to convert this.
But before he died, he had me sort out these.
Maybe I should take up karate.
or nutcase governors.
Nice and easy.
No, you fucking watch it, you fat bastard.
Mean Machine! Mean Machine!
Why don't people just let me play this game?
Have you forgotten who they are?
Meehan has it in the center. Goes forward unchallenged.
Three years. That's your sentence.
Wake up, Meehan!
Who? The Monk.
drawing defenders out of position.
Well in.
What about your lot over there? Don't think so.
Look up! Pass it, pass it! Look up again!
Well done, Ketch. Just be subtle.
to the funny farm. The funny farm.
Don't put no weight on it. Looks like Meehan is leaving the pitch.
How mad is he? He's the Scot that even Scots fear.
Said you knew about it, and that you sent Doc to your cell.
We'll see.
Monk's got it covered. Safe as houses.
Okay? Shut up.
When did you get balls big enough to fuck with me, you fuckin' scum?
You'll talk about it over and over.
EW means to place.
Her Majesty's Prison Broadhurst.
Didn't you used to be Danny Meehan? Used to be, mate.
No, man, I'll be white. Raji, just chill, man.
All that.
Chief?
You know, it's not gonna be easy for you in here.
imposing the maximum sentence.
Yes. Well, I'm sure we're not a match for the pros...
All right, Gaylie. Stick it in.
Shoots. Oh, it's a goal!
How'd you know about that?
Lock it up!
If you win out there today, you'll have something to remember forever.
Take him back to solitary.
Looks like he's in a fuckin' world of his own.
I cut myself shaving. Nosebleed. It's the altitude.
Left over after the war, you know. Army surplus.
What did you say? That's Mr. Hayter, sir to you.
Ten. Eight.
All we got is one goal. Now, this half is when we're gonna earn it.
For fuck's sake! Go on, pop it!
Wanker.
Pass it!
What'd you think? Bring the clipboard.
Yes, the squad, yes! Come on! Well in, Bill. Well done!
You can't put me back on the wing, sir.