This Sporting Life Page #6

It's nothing you haven't had to.

You don't understand

why I've done these things.

Of course I do.

It makes you feel good, big.

You like to feel big.

You don't appreciate

what I've done.

I've given you a life

better than any other woman,

but you will not admit it.

Admit it?

You must be mad.

In the street people point

at me saying I'm your slut.

Who says that?

Who? Just listen to him!

They all laugh at you,

point you out.

Trying to be different! And they

point me, lan and Lynda out.

We're not proper people

because you show off every Saturday.

You're a great ape

on a football field.

You want me to be like them.

You want me to crawl like the rest.

Just look at the rest.

Take a good look at them.

Look at the bleeding

people around you.

Not a bleeding man amongst them.

You're on your backs and

the world clawing above you!

Because they haven't the guts.

No guts to stand up and

walk about like me.

Shout as much as you like,

but get out.

I don't want you in my house.

You know you need me.

Why not admit it?

Leave me alone.

I won't leave you alone

until you admit it.

Margaret, what's the matter?

Leave me alone.

Aren't you well?

Get it into your head.

We don't need you.

I don't understand her.

Nor what she wants from me.

"A great ape on a football field"

she called me.

A great ape on a football field!

That's about what we are.

She makes me feel like that.

She makes me feel clumsy,

awkward and big,

and stupid.

She makes me feel like...

she makes me feel like

I crush...

I crush everything.

Maybe you're too rough on her.

Some women can't stand it.

- Hallo, Frank.

- Hallo, Maurice.

You took a knock last week.

It takes more to lay you out.

See you do better next Saturday.

That's what they think of me?

A great ape on a football field.

They want someone to act big

because they haven't the guts.

They want a hero and I'm a hero.

But she won't admit it.

You understand?

She needs me,

but she won't admit it.

But you can't be like that

to a woman.

I see.

Maurice, I'm

not gonna be a footballer for ever.

I need something

for good,

something permanent.

You reckon it's her?

Grab my hand.

I can love someone, can't I?

I can, can't I?

I can.

Perhaps she's the wrong one.

I need her.

She's the one thing that

makes me feel wanted.

I can't lose her.

You'd better see a doctor.

I'm just tired.

You going now or in the morning?

I'm not going at all.

What is it you want?

I want nothing that you've got.

I'm staying.

There's one part of my life

you've never touched.

You mean Eric?

He's the one really good thing

you can't touch,

Well, let's all pray for the

good soul of Eric Hammond.

The father of this house!

How he must hurt you!

Let's put his booths right

back in the hearth.

You don't know.

You don't know.

If I've see a crazy thing

in my life, that's it.

I know enough to keep you

in a rubber room for life.

You know nothing about Eric or me.

I know he put the file

through his guts.

You made him so happy,

he killed himself.

You want to kill me?

Eric is dead, you understand?

Eric is dead.

You make me feel I'm nothing.

I want you.

You want to crush me, but I won't let

you. I'm the one thing you can't have.

I want you.

I want you to go.

I need you.

I want you to go.

I want you to go.

Get out!

- Get out!

- Margaret.

Oh, please.

Please leave me alone.

I can't.

Leave me alone.

I can't, I love you.

I want you to go.

All right, I'm going.

The last you'll ever see.

You're not in any trouble?

I'll take your word for it.

I don't mind who I take.

But any trouble, and no thank you.

That's why I gave you

that queer look now.

I do when I think people

might cause trouble.

I find it puts them off.

Johnson still live here?

He went a while ago.

This is yours.

You'll be all right here, Whacker.

Got a lock on that?

These 2 alarm clocks are nippy,

but they're nice.

Down here for a holiday?

That your car out there?

The nippers are mustard here.

It'll be spare parts if you leave it.

I'll clean it for a dollar.

Is that you?

Is that you, Frank?

You dirty bastard!

Mr. Machin!

Mr. Machin!

Mrs. Hammond is ill in hospital.

I've got Lynda and lan with me.

What?

Mrs. Hammond's been taken ill.

What is it?

It's an attack.

Some sort of attack.

I've got Lynda and lan with me.

Where is she?

It's the County.

Just a couple of days.

She's badly.

It's a brain haemorrhage.

Is that serious?

Serious?

Oh, yes, it's serious.

I mean,

she won't die?

I'm afraid I can't say.

She's weak all through.

She hasn't the strength.

And I doubt she even has the will.

Where is she?

You'd better leave her now.

Margaret.

Margaret.

Margaret, it's nothing.

It's nothing at all.

It's nothing, Margaret.

You're all right.

You're all right.

You'll be all right, Margaret.

You'll be all right now.

You're safe.

You're safe, Margaret.

Margaret.

You can't go like this.

You can't leave me.

You mustn't be mean.

Margaret. Margaret.

You can't leave me.

You can't.

You mustn't be mean.

Doctor!

She's gone.

Sorry.

No!

No, she's not.

No, she's not!

No!

Margaret!

Margaret!

Oh, Margaret!

Margaret!

Come on, Machin,

get a bloody move on.

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