Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Football is Life
Don't worry about it. You've got this.
For you, Sam, I will.
I don't love the word "bury," you know what I mean?
It might be nice, right? What do you think, Coach?
Rojas rojas Rojas Rojas Rojas
We know we are, we're sure we are. We're Richmond till we die.
Hey, Coach, you joining the party or what?
I brought a bottle of mezcal to throw into the curse fire.
Hi, Jamie. What do you need?
Your biscuits.
Rebecca's got me in to help with the team's PR.
Came here in the summer transfer window, was immediately injured,
-Semantic satiation. -Yeah.
But that's mainly from loving Harry Potter.
She was the one who got me into football in the first place.
-That'll be all, Higgins. -Of course.
Gentlemen, I need you to gather up the rest of the fellas.
In 1914, the war was raging. There was no tryout.
Man City recalled him.
You're all here because of this poster behind me.
-'cause we're never gonna see him again. -Hey, that's enough!
Jamie doesn't.
Well, Ms. Welton, I really hope you can participate in this ceremony
We're all going to fucking do it!
-"Pee-pee fingers." -"Pee-pee fingers."
So, what's up, Jamie?
Tell you what. Do me a favor.
Hey, would you guys mind grabbing this for me?
about a kid who grew up in a shit part of South London.
-Aces. -Aces.
-Isis. -No, that sounds like "ISIS."
Fuck off. It's adorable.