Spirit of the Game Page #8

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Antoine is moving up the court,

the momentum shifting to the French

as they swiftly close the gap.

Let's go, Yankees!

Tight defense!

Boo!

A pass to Beugnot.

Hull steals.

And he's running down the clock.

Foul by the French captain!

That's five fouls for him.

And he takes

a seat on the bench.

Those Mormon Yankees, they're

the best I have ever played.

This match has been a

war of attrition by the French,

wearing down the Yankees who are

showing clear signs of fatigue.

Here, Kimball!

And Condie goes down!

He appears to be out cold.

Come on, kid, you gotta

get up and keep going.

And he's up! Condie is on

his feet! Just listen to that crowd!

We got this.

Time out!

Time out, ref!

Hey. You all right?

There's no shame

in retiring, son.

Your health is much more

important than just a game.

No. This is more

than just a game, sir...

To them.

Yes, it is.

Look around at the bleachers.

These people who used to shun us

and slam doors on our faces

are cheering for us.

And here, tonight,

I want people to remember the

Mormon Yankees for who we are,

and what we stand for.

Yankees will have

to forfeit the match.

Says who? How can they

be three on the floor?

Are you prepared to tell all these

people that they have to forfeit?

It's an exhibition game, mate!

They can hang from the bloody

rafters if they want to.

Play ball.

Let them play,

let them play, let them play!

Did you hear what I said?

Let them play,

let them play, let them play!

Did you hear what I said?

Blow your whistle

and let's get started.

Go on.

"Play ball," said the referee!

This is extraordinary.

The Yankees, with only three men

on the court

and just seconds remaining.

This game is going to

go down to the wire.

We can run down the clock

and score two to win it.

But we must get possession.

Hull, Kimball.

There are no plays

that I can tell you from now.

All right,

now it's all instinctive.

Let's go, Yankees!

Come on, come on!

So now the Yankees are

down to three fit men on the court.

Well, you'd never know

that these two countries

were allies during the war.

This is what you'd expect

from the Russians.

Come on.

Come on!

Stay open!

Come on, boys, come on.

Come on!

Score! The French Olympic

team have beaten the Mormon Yankees

by the narrowest of margins

in what can only be described

as a nail-biting finish.

We played that game

fair and square!

You can't have an extra free throw!

"Travel"?

We'll protest, son.

Protest to who, Ken?

We're here

to give them practice,

and that's what we did.

When I'm wrong, I admit it.

Good game, Condie.

You're a great player.

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