Gridiron Gang Page #6

Set!

Let's do it! Eyes on the prize!

Black 20!

Black 20!

Hut!

Bates is open!

Throw the ball!

God! I can't believe that.

Right through his hand.

You gotta catch the ball, Kenny!

Catch the ball.

Interception, Barrington.

Barrington's ball on the Mustangs'

32-yard line.

Unbelievable how we're playin'.

Absolutely ridiculous.

Let's go. Lemme see.

Tackle him! Tackle him! Tackle him!

Tackle him!

Damn it!

Another touchdown, Barrington Panthers.

Listen, we may not win this game,

but on the next kickoff,

let's salvage some pride. All right?

Ya get out there,

you run their asses over and don't quit.

Go! Go! Go!

Come on!

Afraid to get hit, boy? Don't like it, do ya?

Willie. Willie. What are you doin'?

You're waitin' for them to hit you.

Put your shoulder down

and run their asses over!

Grow some balls! Get out there and hit 'em!

Willie, shoulder down!

Run their asses over!

Comin' for you, boy.

Black 20!

Hut!

You better stay down, boy.

You better stay down.

- Hey, get off me, b*tch!

- Oh, you the b*tch.

Willie, get off the field!

Choi, get in there for Weathers.

Dead ball.

Unsportsmanlike conduct on white.

Fifteen yards.

C'mere. What was that?

This ain't no street fight out there.

- You gotta have discipline and self-control.

- Tell me about it, Coach.

That's the final score.

Barrington Panthers 38,

Kilpatrick Mustangs 0.

Get off the field. Off the field.

Madlock, what're you doin'?

A six-year-old girl could...

All right, come on. Bring it in.

Off the bench, come on. C'mere.

Everybody. Off the benches.

Come take a knee.

Let's gather 'round. Let's go. Take a knee.

C'mon.

First one is always the toughest.

We made a lotta mistakes out there today.

All of us.

Me too.

No sh*t.

They were ready.

They've been playin' together

for three years.

We've been together for three weeks.

Lemme tell you somethin' else,

I still don't believe

that they're 38 points better than you.

I still don't believe

that they're the better team.

I would not trade you for them.

I want you to hold your heads up high.

We got nine games left.

We're just gonna have to work harder.

Sh*t, not me.

I don't need this sh*t.

I didn't just let 'em down.

I brought 'em down.

- I completely lost it.

- It's a long season, Seany.

I don't even know if I'll have enough

kids to field a team next week.

Oh, they'll come back.

Do you remember how low

you used to get after a big loss?

You always took everything so personally.

Well, that's 'cause there was someone

on the other end of the dinner table

tellin' me how much I sucked.

Mom, that was the worst part about it.

Yesterday, when I was chewin'

those kids out, I sounded just like him.

Oh, sh*t, it's the football team.

Pussies!

All right, shut it down, gentlemen.

Shut it down!

- Come on, you heard me.

- Mustangs suck!

Thank you.

I don't know about everybody else,

but me, I ain't playin' no more.

Man, Coach Porter say we work hard,

we gonna be winners.

We worked hard, but we got destroyed.

He didn't even tell me

when I was supposed to be on the field.

Then he starts screamin' at me.

Man, what the hell y'all doin'?

Sean. Can I see you a minute?

- Can it wait till after practice?

- No.

It's better not about stoppin' the program.

Kids don't want to play anymore.

Let them tell me that.

Sean, I was hoping that it'd work...

We wanted to create self-esteem,

but that was just the opposite.

These kids... They can't handle that kind of

dissapointment.

I am really sorry.

So Donald Lopez.

We need verification from Van Nuys court.

The document number is 2...

M-U-S- - A...

- I'll call you back.

...N- G-S.

M-U-S-T-A-N-G-S!

Mustangs! Mustangs! Mustangs!

All right, clap it up.

Hey, Coach.

Sean, what's goin' on here?

I don't know. Whose idea was this?

Like I told you, Coach,

we're tired of bein' losers.

You still with us?

I'm with the team.

Yo, Mr. Higa. Catch.

Yo, Mr. Higa. Hit me.

- Run a post pattern.

- Paul.

4 1-yard gain by number 31, Kelvin Owens.

All right, Kelvin!

Bulldogs 21, Mustangs 14.

1... 12 remaining in the fourth quarter.

It's 21-1 4. We can maybe win

our first game right here.

Coach said 23 counter.

It's all yours, Willie. It's all yours.

23 counter. On one. On one.

- Ready?

- Break!

Set!

Gray 10!

Gray 10!

Hut!

Go, Willie! Go, Willie!

Ball!

You don't like takin' a hit, now, do ya?

Scared to get hit.

It's all right. Let's go.

Defense! Let's go, gentlemen!

Offense, let's go.

Jog it off the field. You'll get it back.

It's all right, Leon. It's all right. Small gain.

Let's go. Short-term memory.

You gotta let it go.

Keep it strong.

White 10!

White 10!

Set! Hut!

That's the end of the game.

And the final score,

Bulldogs 21, Mustangs 14.

You're a tough kid, Willie,

but you give up on yourself way too easy.

You're a good football player, too.

I think you may even be great.

And I'm gonna push you until we find out.

We gonna start with the circles to the front.

'Ey, yo. 'Ey, yo. What the...

- Man, what's he think he's doin'?

- That fool crazy.

I've come for Willie Weathers.

What you want with me?

I'm here to find out just how good you are.

- This a joke?

- Let's go.

Leon, throw Willie the ball.

You see this line, Willie?

You knock me past this line,

you'll have my respect.

What if I don't wanna?

Then everybody will think

you're a chicken sh*t.

"Chicken sh*t"? That's wrong.

Let's see what you got, Weathers.

Come on, Weathers, I wanna make it clear.

Run through me. Run over me.

That's not gonna work, Weathers.

Not like that.

Get back there and do it again.

It's all right, Weathers. Pick it up.

Come on, let's go! Let's go, Weathers!

Keep your head up and run through me.

Get up and do it again!

Are you kiddin' me? Get back! Do it again!

Now, dip your shoulder,

keep your head up and run through me!

Do it again! We're gonna stay out here

all day if it kills us, Weathers!

You are gonna put me on my ass!

Now, keep your head up. Accelerate.

Put your shoulder down

and run through me!

What are you lookin' at? Don't look at them.

They ain't gonna help ya out here, Willie.

Ya got no homeboys, ya got no help!

Ya damn sure ain't got no gun!

And ya can't run away!

Ya got nobody but yourself,

but, goddamn it, that's all you need.

Believe in yourself

and knock me on my ass!

All right, all right, all right, all right.

You know you're a idiot, right?

Well, I'm makin' progress.

'Cause I used to be an a**hole.

Come on.

All right, listen up.

We've got to run this punt

all the way back. You can do this.

Now get out there, do it together,

work as one and go make it happen!

Let's go!

Kick return! Let's win it!

Lions lead by one

with 15 seconds to go in the game.

Willie, let's go!

Come on, Willie.

Come on, Willie! Go!

Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about, baby!

Oh! Y'all messed my arm up!

Hey! Hey! Come here.

Oh, it's my shoulder, Coach.

Hold up!

C'mere, lemme see.

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