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Fever Pitch Page #7
- R
- Year:
- 1997
- 102 min
- 1,327 Views
Maybe everyone
should want something
they've always wanted.
I don't know
what I've been thinking of.
How d'you mean?
We've both been pretending
that this is possible
and it's not, is it?
This wife and kids
and la-di-da life's great stuff.
It's not on, any of it, is it?
All it took was
one bad football result
and we're now back
to "life is sh*t
so what's the point?"
What IS the point?
I don't think
that Arsenal's home form
for marriage and parenthood.
No.
Not even THIS season.
'.. Give him a surprise enema. '
'Sir Nigel?'
Hello?
'How are you?'
Oh, hi, Mum.
Yeah, I know. They were awful.
Yeah, yeah...
She's fine.
She... says hello.
Look, Mum, I've gotta go.
Supper's on the table.
I'll call you tomorrow.
Bye, Mum.
Mr Ashworth, the play
was supposed to start
five minutes ago.
We're waiting.
No good, Miss.
He's got the hump.
Have you had a row?
Shut up, Holly.
OK, everyone into the hall.
Quietly!
How did Arsenal
get on last night?
YOU have a look.
Ooh... sorry.
They drew two-two.
What does that mean?
Dunno. Apart from bad.
It means they have
to beat Liverpool away
to win the Championship.
Now, I've heard of Liverpool.
They're famous
for being good, aren't they?
Gary Lineker,
Peter Shilton, all that lot.
So Arsenal have no chance?
None whatsoever, it says here.
But do we really CARE that much?
Don't bounce it in here.
Miss Hughes.
Are you chewing?
No.
And finally, I probably
don't need to tell you
that the final
of the South Hertfordshire
Schools Cup Competition
takes place here
this afternoon at 4.30.
I'm sure you join me
in wishing Mr Ashworth
and the boys
the very best of luck.
Not that they'll need it.
I know that many of you
will be anxious to get home
to start your homework.
But... those who feel
they can spare the time,
and wish to lend
their vocal encouragement,
will be most welcome.
Thank you.
I think you stand
an extremely good chance...
How are we doing?
Losing one-nil.
Playing sh*t.
How long to go?
Almost finished.
Penalty!
Come on, somebody!
It's all down to you, Rob.
Good boy, Robert.
Rob!
You're useless!
Sorry, sir. You don't
need to say anything.
I wasn't gonna say anything.
No one else had the guts.
Yeah, so I'm stupid
as well as useless.
Doesn't matter.
You've had a brilliant season.
It's not what I'm gonna
remember, though, is it?
Anyway...
Winning this afternoon
and Arsenal winning
tomorrow night...
- What would you go for?
- Tomorrow night, of course.
There you go, then.
What? You're telling me
Arsenal are gonna win
two-nil at Anfield.
Can't promise, can I?
There's a chance.
You've done your bit.
Missed a penalty.
If that's what it takes,
it's worth it.
Yeah, 'course.
# What can I say?
# She's walking away
# From what we've seen
# What can I do?
# It's all a dream
# How can we hang on
to dreams?
# How can it really be
# The way it seems?
# What can I do?
# She's saying we're through
# With how it was
# What will I try?
# I still don't see why
# She says what she does
# How can we hang on
to dreams?
# How can it really be
# The way it seems? #
Good luck, sir.
You've got nothing
to worry about.
No chance.
Hope you get stuffed, sir.
- Hi.
- Oh, hi.
Off to watch the big match?
Yeah.
I just came
to wish you good luck.
Thanks.
The boys in my GCSE set
were trying to explain it to me.
You have to win two-nil, right?
- Yeah.
- It's possible, isn't it?
You've got no chance, sir.
Shut up!
Is it right you've
handed in your notice?
Yeah. I need more money.
Child support.
We could've managed.
Between us.
It'd be a bit awkward,
working in the next room
to the absent father
of your child.
Maybe.
Well, I'll be
thinking of you tonight.
Are you gonna watch?
I'm not sure.
My fifth-formers are having
and end-of-school party
and I've been invited.
But I'll try.
It doesn't matter.
It's only a stupid game.
'The teams occupying
'first and second place
in the Championship.
'The last match of the season
'for the League Championship.
'The Anfield roar welcoming
and intimidating
'as we join our commentary team
'of David Pleat and Brian Moore.
'Thank you, Elton.
'Good evening, everybody.
'Arsenal on the pitch...
'with bouquets of flowers.
'Which I think are... '
We should be there.
You were the one who said
it wasn't worth the hassle.
I didn't know
it'd be the title decider.
Anyway, imagine all those
Scousers celebrating.
I'd rather be down here
with my own people.
.. Person.
Thank you.
Oh, sorry.
# She's gone away,
# I don't know where
# Somewhere
I can't follow her... #
Thought you were
a football fan, Duncan.
That's why I can't
stand Arsenal.
- Sounds like an old joke.
- No joke.
- William?
- Hate football. And Arsenal.
Don't you wanna know
how they're getting on?
- No.
- Go on, I bet you do.
We wouldn't mind.
Mind if Miss Hughes
sticks the TV on?
She wants the football scores.
- I don't, really.
- Not much.
I wonder why. If you must,
but just to find out the score.
OK.
Still nil-nil, first half.
'Into that crowd it goes. '
There he is -
my mate, Mickey Thomas.
Shut up, Mum. He's useless.
I like him.
Shows what YOU know.
'They out-played them
'for most of the
Littlewoods Cup tie... '
Miracle of modern technology.
But it hasn't got
an aerial or nothing.
It doesn't need one.
'Positive charge by Adams
'but it falls to Whelan. '
Oh, hello, love.
I was wondering
who'd dare ring tonight.
'Arsenal have some
very big chaps... '
Your brother'll have
the phone off the hook.
'It'd be dangerous
to give away... '
No score. No, not really.
They don't look like they're
gonna let one in either.
Hold on.
'.. Tangling with Whelan.
'Michael Thomas
getting to the byline.
'Danger for Liverpool. '
Oh!
- No!
- Ah!
That was it.
That was our chance.
No, there'll be others.
You reckon? I don't.
'Arsenal within a whisker
'of getting the goal they wanted
'early in this game. '
Let's go out.
.. You're kidding.
No, let's go and get hammered.
Forget all about it.
I'm watching till the end.
Can't do that. Sorry.
'Just imagine the tension
'if Arsenal do manage
to snatch a goal. '
Sit down.
There's no point!
I'm off in a minute.
I'll just... stay till half-time.
'Everyone's looking
very closely at him.
'He's beginning to get
the mood of this game... '
I'll just see what
they've got to say.
Doin' OK, aren't we?
What's the use of OK?
Might as well
be losing eight-nil.
If you want to win
a game two-nil,
you've got more chance
if it's nil-nil at half-time
than if you're
eight goals down.
You're living
Join the real world!
In the real world,
it's nil-nil at half time!
Might as well be eight-nil.
Jesus, Paul,
you need medical help.
You've got some kind of disease
that turns people
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