Necessary Roughness Page #6

- You're coaching the team tonight.|- Me? No, l'm just defence.

You've been ready for 20 years,|l just haven't told you.

To the kids, you're the team.|l just kick ass.

They respect you. You can't|bullshit kids, they see through it.

They know you're the real thing|and so do l.

You can do it. Just be yourself.

The big whistle.

- What's the time?|- No idea.

- What's up, man?|- The coach hasn't shown up!

Oh, sh*t!

- Nice suit!|- l've got some bad news. Sit down.

Down! Everybody down!

Coach Gennero'll not be with us|tonight. He's had a heart attack.

ls he all right?

All l can tell you is that|he's in the hospital.

But don't worry...l'm head coach now,

and l've got Gennero's play book.

And l've got his whistle.

l know we're playing|the number one team in Texas,

and l don't want to put any|undue pressure on you guys.

But Gennero's last words were,

''Win...or l'll die!''

Who cares they're first place?|Look at them.

Well, look who it is.

l've been waiting for you.

- Visiting captain, your call.|- Let him call it.

Home captain, your call.

Heads.

lt's tails. Visiting team win|the call. What'll you do?

- We'll receive.|- Receive.

Home team,|which end will you defend?

Let's shake hands|and have a good clean game.

The ArmadiIIos are on a roII|after Iast week's non-Ioss.

The fans are taIking upset here.

There's bad bIood between these|teams. You can feeI the excitement.

To accommodate aII the fans,

the troughs in the men's rooms|have been enIarged.

All right!|Don't let anybody get outside!

Good luck, Coach.|You're looking good in a suit.

Thank you, President Purcell.

Hawkins takes it on the six.|He's got a Iane.

- Come on!|- He's across the fieId.

- Where's the flag?|- He's going. One man Ieft to beat.

He's in the end zone.|I'm waiting for a fIag.

There's no fIag. There shouId be.|That puts the CoIts ahead 7 - 0.

A 96-yard touchdown couId give|them a faIse sense of confidence

going into the second minute of pIay.

Front left! Front left!

- Hit somebody there!|- l'm gonna rip your head off... !

Blue, 32!

Blue, 32!

Set!

Hut! Hut!

- That's a blitz! Watch it!|- There you go, Flat-top, yeah!

Number 55! Throw a block at him!

- l'll run over your ass, fat boy!|- Three, 25! Set!

That's the fourth sack on BIake,|and the CoIt fans are eating it up!

Sit down. Keep a lid on it!

l'm gonna kill you! You're mine!

Set!

Hut! Hut!

Flat-top's making this|a personal grudge against Blake.

- We got him next time.|- No sweat. On the next one.

Oh, God!

How about a flag on that?

- Was it Flat-top again?|- Yeah.

We ought to block him|some time tonight, huh?

- Where are you going?|- None of your business.

Back to the seats!

You've made a serious|career mistake, my friend!

Oh, what a disappointment!|Third touchdown for the CoIts.

That makes it 2 1 - 0.

The ArmadiIIos are traiIing|by onIy three touchdowns.

ln the half-time extravaganza,|the marching band plays a tribute

to gun racks and open beverages,|legal only in Texas.

All right, guys, gather round.

So...we're losing 21 - 0.

But l think we got a shot|at beating this team.

lf, like Coach Gennero said,

we develop a cohesive|offensive strategy.

Popke, my notes.

- What's the coverage?|- A double-double.

Double-double...it doesn't matter.|McKenzie?

You're cutting off your outside|route. Cut inside for the dump-off.

And linemen, come on!

You've got to give Blake four seconds|to throw the goddamned ball!

Now, let's analyse|what's been working for us.

Not a goddamned thing's been|working for us! Like this suit!

And this stinking tie!|lt doesn't work for me!

You know how to play|winning football?

You play like Ed Gennero played!|He gave his life for this team!

He was a 1 40-pound halfback|and played like a wild man!

No! Like a goddamned|rampaging beast!

So you go out and tear their f***ing|heads off and sh*t down their necks!

Let us pray!

The ArmadiIIos are moving|the baII this haIf. 4th down, punt.

McKenzie is deep to kick the baII.

Set!

A fake punt! BIake throws a bIock,|setting Edison free.

He's got a waII of bIockers now!

- He's going aII the way!|- Go, go, go!

Touchdown!

He's in for six!

All right!

l don't know what Coach said,|but this team is fired up!

Way to go!|Lucy? Get in there, kick that ball.

The press booth is going nuts|as Lucy kicks the extra point.

We're within three touchdowns|of taking the Iead...

What is it, Doc? ls it bad?

Hiatal hernia.

A rupture in the diaphragm|puts pressure on the pulmonary cavity,

causing angina.

- ls it fatal?|- lndigestion? Only in Mexico.

A passing situation for the CoIts.

Big sack by Manumana the SIender,

who does his ''I'm gonna get|some poi'' ceIebration dance!

The 'DiIIos get the baII with|four minutes Ieft in the third quarter.

- Brown right...|- Wait, they've seen the game films.

They know you'll never go to me,|and l'm wide open. l'll catch it.

- Big play! Let's go!|- Make it work! Make it work!

The ball is my friend.|The ball is my friend.

- Featherstone's off to the races!|- Not to Stonehands!

He's wide open,|but that's nothing new!

Can he catch the baII?

He caught it! Oh, my God!

Featherstone caught the baII!|It's a touchdown!

It's 2 1 - 1 3.

Firstly, l want all the security|guards here fired.

l've regraded the exams.|l was strict but fair.

Time ticking down.|The ArmadiIIos have the baII again.

Here we go. Split right,|28 sweep on two. Ready?

This university is made for us,|not these guys.

Set!

Hut! Hut!

lt's for men like you and me...|Hiya, boys.

By the way, you're fired.

Break!

This is you, baby! This is you!

You must show us some respect.

It's a battIe,|neither offence can move.

CoIts driving with the baII.|ArmadiIIos better stop them.

How couId the ref caII that?|It was a cIean kick!

The guy's going apeshit!

Attababy!

lllegal contact, Number 51 !

Zenkutsu elbow thrust|to the halfback.

Oi-mawashi roundhouse kick|to the quarterback.

Tegatana sword block to...|Sh*t, never mind.

Late in the fourth quarter,|still 21 - 1 4. The Colts drive deep.

Gotta have that ball!|Come on, gang! Come on, gang!

- Wally?|- Not now!

- Wally? Wally!|- Ed! Oh, it's Ed.

- You're alive! lt's a miracle!|- No, it was indigestion.

- They're killing us.|- Try the El Paso stunt.

- lt'll open up Andre.|- lndigestion! Son of a b*tch!

- Popke, send it in!|- Try it.

Just 1 minute 28 remaining.|GoaI Iine time for the 'DiIIos.

Boy, me and you gonna 'partay'!

Hut!

Andre breaks into the back. The baII|pops out. FumbIe! FumbaIaya!

FumbaIrooski!|ArmadiIIos have got the baII!

They've got it!

They do have it!|HoIy CoIumbus Ohio!

Manumana gets the fumbIe|after Andre hammered it Ioose.

The turnover gives|the 'DiIIos new Iife.

The 'DiIIos are on the 6-yard Iine.|Time's a factor, 1 minute remaining.

Featherstone breaks Ioose!|He couId go aII the way!

- TackIed from behind at the 1 2th.|- Make those blocks!

First and ten at the CoIts'|1 2-yard Iine.

That rotten play.|Don't run that again!

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