Gridiron Gang Page #5
And you, Willie. Madlock, Perez, Kelvin.
It's up to all of you. Then we'll find out
what this team is made of.
You gotta imagine there's a goal post
right there to the right and to the left.
Good job!
Everybody in. Take your helmets off.
Circle it up. Circle up the wagons.
Bring it in. Bring it in.
Great practice, great practice.
Take a knee.
Next time you put those helmets on,
it'll be for real.
Learn your assignments, get ready.
- Madlock.
- That's my homey, man.
These are your homeys. You're not gonna
do 'em any good in the box! Sit down!
Chill, man.
Yo, whatch'all niggas lookin' at?
Y'all a buncha busters and sh*t!
Doin' everything they tell you.
Run, jump, roll over. Like little pets.
Little p*ssy pets.
Man, shut the hell up, Peavy!
Yeah, you the p*ssy.
Man, you ain't got half-a what it takes
to play football.
Keep walkin', Peavy.
What's up, Mustangs?
Hey, hey, hey, hey. Take it easy, yo.
I got injuries.
Hey, Junior, what's up, man?
That's enough, though.
When I was in the hospital,
I thought a lot about you guys, man.
The team.
How you guys are like my family.
And I wanted to show my family
what I could do.
I just wish I could play witchu guys
on Saturday, man.
But I'll be there.
I know you guys are gonna kick ass, right?
Bring it in, y'all, come on.
- Let's do this.
- Let's do it.
I want it loud and clear.
Mustangs on three. One, two, three!
Mustangs!
Come on, guys! Let's do this!
That's what I'm talkin' about! Let's do it.
We got a ass-kickin' for Barrington
waitin' for 'em.
We're gonna see
what you're made of, Weathers. On the bus.
Y'all ready, baby?
Evans.
Still wanna be a Mustang?
Of course I do. But I can't fulfill
the physical requirements, Coach.
Evans, you don't have to be an athlete
to be a Mustang.
Look at me.
You just gotta have heart.
I know you have heart.
We could use an equipment manager.
You interested?
Hell, yeah, I'm interested!
Come on.
Can I get
one of these Mustang shirts, though?
Oh, it's a lot of fabric, but yes.
Gimme some time to find your size.
Hey, Mustangs.
Meet the new equipment manager, Evans.
I'm tellin' you, Barrington about to get their
ass whooped when we step on the field.
'Ey. Don't forget,
you work for me now, Jermaine.
Sh*t, man, long as I don't gotta run,
I'll call you "boss," homey.
You know what I'm sayin'?
Hey! Look at the girl in the Mustang.
Where?
Damn!
Hey, I'd like to run a quarterback sneak
right into your end zone!
Hey, she wavin' at me! She wavin' at me!
She want me bad!
Jesus Christ, man.
You got this all messed up.
How many times we do this in practice?
All right, bring it in. Let's go.
This is it. The day you been waitin' for.
I know you're nervous. So am I.
My first game too.
Now it's time to go out there
and put it on the scoreboard.
Now it's time to see who has the heart.
Now is the time to prove to yourselves
and prove to everyone out there
that even though you're locked up,
you are somebody.
And you are worthy of something!
And you're able to do something special
that no one else in the world can do,
which you can walk through those doors,
hold your heads up high
and call yourselves Mustangs!
Are you ready to go out there
and take what's yours?
Yeah!
What you've worked hard for?
Yeah!
Are you ready to accept
the Mustang challenge?
Lead us!
Lead us!
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome
the undefeated Barrington Panthers.
Let's go, Mustangs.
Let's go, let's go.
Hands in. Hands in.
I wanna see everybody's eyes.
Everybody's eyes.
You get out there on that field
and you earn their respect.
Mustangs on three. One, two, three!
Mustangs!
Kickoff team. Kickoff team.
Let's go, Mustangs.
Let's go! Let's go!
Nail that son of a b*tch. Let's go, Kelvin.
Madlock! Madlock!
Set the tone! You set the tone!
Set hut!
Fumble! Fumble!
First down!
Fumble recovery, number 31, Kelvin Owens.
That's what I'm talkin' about, Madlock.
Great job, Kelvin.
We bad, we bad, we bad.
Offense, get out there.
Ace, right cross! Let's go.
Leon, come here.
C'mon, listen. Pro right 25, toss.
C'mon. C'mon, damn it! Let's go!
Oh, sh*t!
- Hustle up!
- Go!
Pro right 25 and stuff.
Willie, run their asses over.
Run their asses over. It's all you.
Show 'em what you're made of.
Green 18!
Green 18!
Hut!
Yeah! Go Panthers!
Good run. Good run. Right, let's get up.
Walk it off.
Tackled by number 55, John Stevens.
Welcome to my world, boy!
- Coach said to throw a 97 pass.
- Pass?
Yeah, man, 97 pass.
Yeah, man, what the hell is wrong with you?
You ain't never thrown a pass
in a real game, have you?
Naw, I played games. I played Madden.
What? This ain't EA, homey.
- A video game?
- I controlled the quarterback. What?
That ain't football.
- Man, come on. 97 what?
- 97 pass.
97 pass right now is what we about to do
and I'mma throw it.
- 97 pass. On one. Ready?
- Break.
Green 18!
Green 18!
Hut!
Throw the ball! Throw the ball!
Son of a b*tch!
First down, Barrington Panthers.
Leon! That's okay! Get it behind you!
What happened, dawg?
Let's go!
Coach, I suck, man. Just take me out.
Hey. No. Not gonna take you anywhere,
do ya understand?
I ain't takin' you out
and you ain't quitin' on me. Ya hear me?
You can do it. Now, come on.
Get your head in the game.
Come on. Come on.
Defense! Just get the ball back!
Get the ball back!
Set! White 20!
Hut!
Trouble, he's open! He's open!
Whose man is that? Number three!
Number three! Kelvin!
Touchdown, Panthers.
Hey! I wanna see some hittin' out there!
Set!
Black 20!
Black 20!
Hut!
Perez, you can't catch?
What's up?
You can't hit me in my chest, dawg?
- You coulda dove for that.
- That was too low, man.
- You coulda caught the ball.
- Just gonna push me like that?
Hey! Stop fightin' amongst yourselves.
Take it out on the enemy, for chrissake.
Catch the ball.
Down, set! Hut!
He's open! He's open!
Come on, Mustangs!
Touchdown, Barrington.
That was a 50-yard completion
Damn, man.
Bates, you supposed to cut
when you see that dude cut, man.
We gettin' worked, man.
And that's halftime
with the Barrington Panthers leading 21
and the Mustangs 0.
Told you guys they wanted
to kick your asses.
That's exactly what they're doin'.
I've seen only two or three hits out there!
Linebackers, defensive backs,
they're runnin' right over you!
You're titty dancin' with 'em!
Defensive line! You're standin' up,
that's why they're takin' your legs out!
Madlock, come here!
You're standin' straight up!
If ya jam on him, you get your hands
on him, use upper body violence,
throw their ass to the dirt
and make the tackle!
And if you get your hands on the ball,
hang on to it.
Don't give it back!
Come on, baby! Let's go!
Let's go, Leon,
let's get 'em back in the game.
Get 'em back in the game, Leon!
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