Green Street Hooligans 2

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Hooligans, thugs,

louts, yobs, headbangers, geezers.

You can love us or hate us,

we really don't care.

This is just the way we choose to show

our love for the greatest game on earth.

See, I'm a regular geezer,

just like you.

I have a missus, a mortgage,

had a job that put me

in a decent bracket of society.

I flew punters from one side

of the country to another,

and I wash my hands after pissing,

not before.

I was what you'd

call respectable.

My problem was I had another life

too, the one that landed me in here.

we all had jobs, relationships,

responsibilities,

even kids, but that's during the week.

Come the weekend,

all that disappears and we become

part of the greatest army in the world...

West Ham United.

"West Ham till I die. "

Never back down,

never leave your mates behind.

It's about loyalty, strength and respect.

But we ain't the only ones.

Chelsea's got some hold in here too

and we're about to kick off with 'em.

And that's something you cannot

back down from no matter what.

So we're outnumbered?

Don't matter.

we'll always stand our ground.

Wake up and face the day, ladies!

One hour yard time.

You might think this is free time,

but I sh*t you not,

I will have my eye on

every f***ing miserable c*nt here.

Move it!

Look at ya. Move!

What are you laughing at?

Outside.

Hands out of your pockets.

- Ready, my son?

- Yes.

That Gonzo's a nasty, horrible c*nt.

Let me have him. I'll f*** him up.

- Come to this, then, Dave.

- Ain't no way to avoid it, eith.

You know what happens

if we get fingered for this?

They extend our sentence

to the next f***ing century.

Yeah, we talked

about this. Enough.

Understood. But look where

standing our ground got us the last time.

I like the idea of

getting out of here someday.

Yeah, me too.

But we walk away from this now,

life ain't gonna be worth living

on the inside or the out.

West Ham! West Ham!

West Ham! West Ham!

- West Ham! West Ham!

- We don't have a choice.

West Ham! West Ham!

Chelsea! Chelsea!

F*** you, you f***ing arseholes!

- Let's f***ing do this, lads.

- Nice one, eith, my old son.

Let's do it.

You've been here in Fosterville over a year

and this is your first incident.

You have an exemplary record of conduct,

and then you go and f*** it all up

with this spectacle yesterday.

I put in for a transfer three times, sir.

Confrontation was inevitable.

See, I was a member of a rival firm

on the outside, sir,

and whether we like it or not,

these things don't just go away.

It's difficult enough with the overcrowding

without the rivalries of you hooligans.

You should know better.

I'm splitting up this firm.

David, you and your two pals are being

transferred, as are the rest of your crew.

Thank you, sir.

They're closing hospitals,

schools, the politicians lie

d Welcome to the real world

d It's a race against time

Take a stand

Go, go, go!

Make a stand

Rise, rise up Rise up!

Gotta rise

up and stay free

Rise, rise up Rise up!

No pension, no

future, no money No war

d Dead, dead, dead,

dead yankee drawl

Take a stand

Go! Go! Go!

Right. You three come with me.

It's all right, Arthur.

I'll take 'em.

You all kitted out, lads?

Come on, then.

Any of you lot play?

Yeah. Ned here knows his way

around a pitch.

Yeah, the Governor's a great believer

in the constructive benefits of the sport.

Each cell block's got a team

and they compete.

Yeah.

D Block could use a speedy forward

if you're any good.

There you go, Ned.

- Well, look who's here.

- It's them. Let's f*** 'em up.

Miller, Morrison, in there.

- Hastings, number two.

- Who's my cell mate?

His name's Hegyes.

You'll get along fine.

Spur One's on the yard. Leave your kit

in there, go back out through security.

You've got 40 minutes of fresh air left,

after that a personal officer

will give you an induction session.

Well, what are you waiting for?

Christmas?

I think she likes you, Dave.

She's a peach, ain't she?

A governor who's into footy

can't be too bad, eh?

I swear, when I get out of here, I'm going to

be at every game, home and away. You, Dave?

I'll probably have to miss a game

because I'm working, Ned.

Just hope someone's stupid enough

to employ me.

With your connections, you could

be a baggage handler at Heathrow.

F*** me. It's Big Marc.

Oh, bollocks.

Welcome to your worst

f***ing nightmare, lads.

I've been wanking off in anticipation

thinking about it.

This is my house, see.

And I'm going to do everything I can

to make your time here a f***ing misery.

Really? Don't see no

Tommy Hatcher, Marc.

- He's rotting in Beckmore.

- You're the top boy now, are ya?

- He wishes.

- Just the three of you minding the shop?

What would Little Petey say?

Oh, yeah, that's right.

We f***ing killed him, didn't we?

- What you want with us, Marc?

- You f***ing spivs are the reason I'm here.

Oh, f*** off. We've been banged up

just as long as you have.

We just want to do our time,

nice and easy, no worries.

I'm going to do everything I can

to f*** you up.

You'll be in here until they're wheeling you

to the pisser in a chair.

And very soon, you'll be thinking

Little Petey is the lucky one.

I dare you to say it again, you c*nt.

One down.

- Any f***ing time.

- Three to go.

Any f***ing time, Marc.

Yeah, go on. Run away, run away.

I'm a fair man. I run a fair shop.

Understand your responsibilities

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