This Sporting Life
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- 1963
- 134 min
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Come on, lads,
get some weight into it.
Come on, get stuck in.
No, come on, come on.
Bloody hell!
You won't want no tarts for a week.
How is he?
Just a bit dazed.
He'll be all right.
He's not too bad.
How do you feel?
You want to charge more rent.
Mrs. Hammond, when I first got
here I thought I'd fallen easy.
I don't want a list of
my shortcomings.
I'm trying to show you where
you're hurting yourself.
Can I talk to you as a person?
If you listen, I could
really put you right.
Don't try and work me into a fit.
I asked you before
to leave me alone.
I can't stand it.
How do you feel, Frank?
You won't be able to shoot
your mouth off like before,
at least not for a few days.
Can you fix me up with a dentist?
I don't know.
It's Christmas, you know.
I want it tonight.
Well, I could try.
Tonight!
Come on, you lot, out!
How do I look?
I've seen worse.
Go on, you're dry.
Going to Weaver's party tonight?
I've been counting on it.
I'd leave well alone if I were you.
Weaver and parties.
I'd get your mouth seen to first,
it's more important.
How's your Mrs. Hammond?
She's all right.
I've bought some presents
for the kids.
The b*tch won't like it, though.
She doesn't like me interfering.
Hallo, Frank. How are you, lad?
Not now, Johnson, we're in a hurry.
Mr. Weaver.
- Yes, George?
- Frank's ready.
Oh, good.
How's it going, Frank?
All right.
Hallo, Maurice.
Are you coming in the car, too?
I wouldn't miss it.
We might even get a camera.
Put your doggie in the boot, George.
Right-oh, Mr. Weaver.
What about your dog, Frank?
Go on in, Dad.
That's not very funny.
Let's have a look.
It's not me, it's Frank here.
Right. Come on.
haven't seen a match this season.
Sit yourself down
It's a mess.
They'll have to come out.
Six of them.
It's all I can do.
Hasn't Weaver arranged to pay you?
That's not the point.
He'll need a plate.
What of it?
I can't make it, this is
the Children's Department.
I know a couple of kids
who have false teeth.
Do you?
You do the pulling and
get your mate to do the plate.
It's no party here,
let's get on with it.
You see, he's in pain.
It'll be ten guineas.
- Ten guineas!
- Take it or leave it.
Come on, whatever the bloody price.
It'll have to be gas.
Have you eaten recently?
No, not since my dinner.
Would you mind waiting outside?
Go on, Maurice.
Right.
Put your hands in your pockets.
That's it.
Sit tight. You'll feel nothing.
Breathe deeply.
Sit tight.
Keep your hands in your pockets.
You'll feel nothing.
I've been thinking.
Why don't we go for a walk?
What on earth for?
What do you want us to go
walking in the bloody dark for?
I like to talk to someone
when I'm walking.
Your problems, they're sort of...
You've plenty of friends.
There, look at this funny man.
Here, you play with it.
You must be mad to think
I'd go out walking with you.
I don't want you poking
your nose in my affairs.
You won't find me poking
my nose into yours.
I have some pride left,
if you didn't know.
Don't you want to be happy?
If I'm left alone, I'm happy.
I don't need you pushing in.
I'm not pushing in.
I'm just trying to be friendly.
I'm not going about with a grin on my
face to make you think I'm happy.
I don't mean laughing all the time.
You just don't look happy.
- It's not a question of laughing.
- You make me sick!
I am sick. I'm bloody sick of
living here, an' all.
Mr. Machin, that's easily settled.
Don't!
Stop living here.
We'll be better off without you.
Come on, open up!
What have you got in there?
Open up, you boss-eyed git.
Open up.
The Manager's expecting us.
Come on, Jeff.
Come on, open up!
Come on.
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
I'm with players.
I'm with players.
I didn't know it was you. Come in.
And now, the biggest moment
of the evening.
The winners of the
Freestyle Dance Contest,
Miss Evie Turner and
Mr. John Whittaker.
We've just been joined
we are proud of.
Come on, the City!
I'm going to ask a couple
of these famous
men present the winners
with their prizes.
Len Miller and
Maurice Braithwaite.
Come on, come on.
Just wait till I've finished.
Come on, Len.
Ladies and Gentlemen, Len Miller,
Captain of the City, and Maurice.
How do.
Now, ladies and gentlemen,
it's on with the dance.
General Excuse Me,
and may the best man win.
Excuse me.
Not this one.
He called a general Excuse Me.
Do you want a thumping, love?
Aye.
Come outside and Excuse Me there.
Hold on a minute.
Hold on!
You...
What's it all about?
You bastard!
I was meaning to ask.
What's that?
Your name is Johnson.
Aye, that's right.
You're a scout for the City.
You could say so.
Get me a trial.
Now, wait, wait a minute, lad.
Come see me play.
I need some cheering.
You can cheer yourself.
I won't freeze up there for an hour.
- A lot depends on it.
- You don't have to.
It's a job.
If they sign me, I might get
300-400 quid.
I'm sure they will.
That's the encouragement I need.
Come, I'd like you to come.
If I wanted to go, I would.
I don't want to.
Wish us luck, then.
All that's coming your way.
I don't wish for my luck.
I'll have to make do with my own.
That's it, Frank!
Well done, lad!
What's his name, Wade?
Machin. Frank Machin.
Charles is here.
Hallo, Charles.
- Charles.
- Gerald.
Pass the ball, Gower.
Pass the bloody ball, you nit!
Pass the ball, you git.
Go on, Gower. Get after it!
Let's have that bloody ball, you nut!
Get stuffed!
Get rid of that bloody ball!
- Come on, Gower!
- Pass the ball, man!
Bloody hell!
What are you playing at,
bloody frog?
Trainer, trainer.
What's your name?
I didn't do it.
- Tell that to League Chairman.
Look, there's no blood on them.
Go on, get off!
Take some beating, bloody idiot!
He's not fit for a football field.
Aye.
They got the wrong man.
You think so, Mr. Slomer?
It's as plain as the nose on your face.
That's not football.
It's a rough game.
I like to see men play
as if they meant it.
- You played a blinder, Frank.
- You enjoyed it?
They'll be all over you. I was
right in't middle of Committee.
Don't get excited.
I'll buy you a drink.
What are you having?
I'll have a beer.
Two beers, please.
Two beers, sir.
You won't find them different.
Naturally, they won't
show it like me.
Allow me.
What?
No, allow me. I really insist.
A double, Bob.
You played a good game today.
Aye, he played a blinder.
Don't worry, he's a bit soft.
How'd you like the City?
I'm getting the hang of it.
Pity about Gower.
What?
They took him to hospital.
I believe it was a broken nose.
Their hooker packs quite a punch.
Bad luck.
Yes, it is.
You haven't signed on yet?
They haven't made up
their minds yet.
I think they won't find that difficult.
Do you?
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