Hoosiers Page #3

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For the Lord thy God is with thee

whithersoever thou goest.

Lord, bless these boys

and the season before them.

- Amen.

- Amen.

- OK, let's go!

- We can beat these guys!

Hold it.

Strap?

How long is he gonna go on like this?

I don't know. He'll come

when he's ready, not before.

I hope that'll be sometime before tip-off.

- OK, let's go.

- Let's go!

- How do you feel?

- Like it's my first game.

Well, in a way it is.

I'll be right there with you.

Welcome to Indiana basketball.

Hi. How are you?

Ollie, you get ready. You're gonna play

until Strap gets here. If he ever does.

- I'll go get him.

- No.

OK, guys. A minimum of four passes

before you take a shot. All right?

Get yourselves set before you let go.

Five pistons firing together. All right?

Come on. Come on. Team.

- Thank God.

- Team!

We got spirit, how 'bout you?

We got spirit, yes, we do!

We got spirit, how 'bout you?

We got spirit, yes, we do!

We got spirit, how 'bout you?

Four passes!

Don't just stand there! Move!

Shoot the ball, Rade!

What's wrong with you?!

Work the good shot!

- Put the ball up!

- Shoot it!

Put up your defence!

Hold out the switcher!

Is that what you call coaching?

Four passes! Pass the ball in!

Work it in for the good shot!

Work the good shot!

Strap, come on! Move!

Come on, defence!

Block it out! Block it out!

Come on, set up the offence!

Pass it off! Pass it off!

Four passes!

- Work for the good shot!

- Shoot the ball!

Come on!

I want you to close down those

passing lanes. Your defence is awful!

- What about our offence? We can't win...

- Keep your mouth shut until I tell you.

What kind of wing-nut stunt are you

trying to pull?! Chrissakes, mister...

- Get out of here! Get out!

- It's embarrassing...

Stay out!

I don't want anybody in this locker room

at half-time. Keep them outta here.

Norm, I'm trying hard to believe

that you know what you're doing.

I know what I'm doing.

You've got three fouls.

Guys, remember what we worked on

in practice. I wanna see it on the court!

How many times are we gonna pass

before we shoot? How many?

Four.

Four!

Set it up! Set it up!

Rade! Rade! Pass the ball!

Ollie, go in for Rade.

Now! Move! Come on.

Good job, Rade.

- Foul. Number 12.

- Oh, come on!

That's five.

- 25.

- Where are you going?

- In the game.

- Sit down.

What do you mean?

We gotta have five out there.

Sit down! Sit!

Coach, you need one more.

- My team's on the floor.

- OK.

- What are you trying to do?

- He's only got four men.

Those of you on the floor

at the end, I'm proud of you.

You played your guts out.

I'm only gonna say this one time.

All of you have the weekend.

Think about whether or not

you wanna be on this team or not...

under the following condition.

What I say when it comes to

this basketball team is the law,

absolutely and without discussion.

Come on, guys.

Let's listen to what he says.

- Shut up.

- You shut up, Rade.

Hey, Coach, how about a haircut?

- Who cuts your hair?

- Yours truly.

Oh, no.

Hey, gonna play with three next time?

Those aren't bad odds, five against three!

- Let me help you there.

- Oh. Appreciate it.

Opal Fleener.

I been hearing plenty on you.

Mother likes basketball.

- That's the truth, and then some.

- Here.

It's all right. I can do it, thank you.

Mother, it's late. Better get going.

Sun don't shine on

the same dog's ass every day, but...

mister, you ain't seen

a ray of light since you got here.

I believe it's time we had a talk.

Sunday.

Supper.

I accept.

Coach, tell me about the boys.

You think you can bring 'em around?

Well, there's a lot of talent there.

It's just raw and undisciplined.

What are you gonna do about that?

I'm gonna break 'em down

and then I'm gonna build 'em back up.

- This fire needs more wood.

- I'll get it.

No, you won't.

Basketball...

Every game my brother played was the

most important thing ever in this family.

Mother wouldn't be able

to sleep the night before.

And if they lost, Daddy would

walk the floor until morning.

I never figured out why it meant so much.

Not to that extreme. I don't get it.

Well, what are you doing here,

living in Hickory?

I haven't always been here. I went to

college three years, graduate school...

Graduate school?

Surprised? You sound like my father.

He thought it strange I ever wanted to

leave town. Kept telling me I'd be back.

I guess he was right.

Why'd you come back?

Didn't work out. Daddy died,

Mother got sick. I had to come back.

And you never plan on leaving?

Ever consider getting married? Come on,

you must have had a lot of opportunities.

You know, during all those years away,

there are a few things I missed,

not being here.

I missed knowin' nothing changes, people

never change. It makes you feel real solid.

I also missed knowing that people's

private affairs stay pretty much their own.

OK. I'm sorry.

Hey, Coach.

Ain't it a little late

to be calling on folks?

I wouldn't trust old Rooster neither.

Oh, this is a nice place you got here.

It's a nice night for a fire.

- That's a hell of a team you had there.

- You knew that team?

I know everything there is to know

about the greatest game ever invented.

- Did you know about...

- Now, that don't matter.

A man's got to do what he's got to do.

You're playing Cedar Knob tomorrow.

Ain't nobody knows 'em better than me.

Now, I been watchin'

how you been breakin' the colts.

But, my friend, you cannot play them

all the way man-on-man.

They got no head toppers.

Cedar Knob? A bunch of mites.

Run you off the boards.

You got to squeeze 'em back in the paint.

Make 'em chuck it from the cheap seats.

Watch that purgatory they call a gym.

No drive, 12 foot in.

That'll do.

- How did your father get this job?

- It's our bus.

It doesn't look like a preacher's bus.

Well, after sectional's over, we paint it

white for the summer tent shows, but...

every fall, back to red.

After his revelation.

Well, God told him.

To paint the bus and drive the team?

These guys are like animals. How can

anybody play in this cracker box?

Their boy Nelson, he can't go to his left.

I know that.

Time-out!

- Hey, come on! Leave me alone!

- OK, guys, listen up.

We can run on these guys.

The two guards are never gettin' back.

- Sorry. I can't help my mouth.

- You be sorry on the bench.

Strap, go in for Rade. Buddy,

get the ball between their guards.

Watch for Everett and Merle cutting

to the basket, all right? OK, let's go.

Team!

That's a flagrant foul!

That player should be out of the game!

- He didn't do nothing wrong.

- Come on, that's hillbilly justice!

You ain't been here long, have you?

Long enough to recognise

a hometown referee!

Technical foul.

Look, it's bad enough we gotta play

in this cage you call a gym.

- Your players are playing like gorillas!

- Who you calling a gorilla?

You, for one!

Bust off.

Come on, boys. You wanna

stay in this game, go back to the bench.

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