:19:01
The ball, Edwards! Kicking up
the pitch is the groundsman's work!
:19:06
Best pass he's made.
Only trouble was it was a lump of turf.
:19:10
We've had enough sods on the pitch
without his help.
:19:13
You're playing on drugs,
and I don't mean speed!
:19:21
- Tripped over his laces.
- Won us a free kick, though.
:19:25
Only thing we'll win this season.
:19:26
- Oh, no! Who lines up to take it?
- Gerry fucking Edwards.
:19:30
He couldn't score in a fucking brothel!
:19:34
YEAH!
:19:38
(CROWD): One Gerry Edwards1
There's only one Gerry Edwards!
:19:42
One Gerry Edwards!
There's only one Gerry Edwards!
:19:47
One Gerry Edwards!
There's only one Gerry Edwards!
:19:51
One Gerry Edwards!
There's only one Gerry Edwards!
:19:56
Shadwell, Shadwell!
:20:00
Wankers! Fuck off!
:20:03
- Have I seen you before somewhere?
- The Rock's our local.
:20:06
- Must be it, then?
- How long've you been going here?
:20:09
- A couple of years. And you?
- Born and bred, since schooldays.
:20:13
- Wouldn't put up with them otherwise.
- You fucking Arsenal scum!
:20:17
You go up for a pint
and end up with a load of Gooners.
:20:21
Nick, mate. Duck...
:20:24
(UNDISTINGUISHABLE SHOUTING)
:20:29
- Gumbo, is it your round or what?
- It's my shout.
:20:32
No, let Ponce-Bonce get them.
:20:34
- It's alright, I got paid today.
- (NIK): Yeah? Makes a fucking change.
:20:38
(MARTIN): Mind the table, Gumbo.
:20:41
90 nicker a week he makes.
Packing jars of gherkins into boxes.
:20:46
He's fucking useless.
:20:49
Last year his old girl pops her clogs.
He falls apart.
:20:52
Can't boil an egg, fries himself
changing a light bulb.
:20:56
He's a silly runt. Every time he gets
into a ruck he loses another tooth.