Rise Of The Footsoldier Page #2
Take control of the door.
Get rid of this lot
and bring in whoever you think
is good for the job.
More money...
more responsibility.
What do you say?
So I f***ed off the regular boys
and brought in a couple
of my football mates.
They knew how to look after themselves
and it was nice dough for them.
And now that no money
was going missing,
we could do
whatever we liked.
# I want you to know
that I care #
# I'm so happy with you,
that found me #
# That I'm sad
that you're not there... #
- There you go, sweetheart.
- Ta, babe.
You know what?
I'd better get going.
Well, how about...
I jump into the back of your motor
and suck your big cock?
Well, what could I do?
She put it on me,
and I didn't want to hurt
the girl's feelings.
I want you to hold me tight #
# And have you come
whenever I call you #
# And let me walk you
home at night. #
What's all that about, huh?
- Where you going?
- Where have you been?
Well, I've been at work, ain't I?
I called the club.
They said you left two hours ago.
- Yeah well, the car's playing up.
- Again?
- Yeah.
- Jesus Christ. Carlton, make an effort.
What you on about, eh?
Hey, I'm talking to you.
You know, make an effort.
Am I not worth it?
You can't even spend five minutes
trying to hide it from me, can you?
Hide what?
Well, the smell of her perfume
might be a good start
or the used condoms that
I practically find daily
at the bottom of our car.
I have to take them out
before I take
Carly to nursery.
That's dirty, Carlton.
What are you bringing
that up for, eh?
I mean, why do you have to start as soon
as I get through the f***ing door?
- We're over, Carlton.
- What?
I want a divorce.
You can't, can you?
You know what?
No. You can either
help me pack that car...
or you can just f*** off back
to one of your dolly birds.
And so it went on.
Match day. Arsenal away.
My lot had gone up in front
and for some reason
I'm stuck with a load of stragglers.
Now these c*nts had been out
on the piss the night before
and they weren't exactly up
for an early start.
F***ing hell, it's Millwall!
Get up! The f***ing Treatment!
Get up! Get up!
Get up! Get up!
We've got to do
these c*nts! Get up!
Come on then,
you f***ing wankers!
Get up!
Come on, move move!
Life's all about moving forward.
You learn what you can
and you crack on.
I've been running the terraces
for over a decade.
Maybe this is my time
to bail out gracefully.
The Old Bill were
coming down hard anyway.
They had surveillance
and undercover units.
It was getting f***ing stupid...
there was more Old Bill at the game
than there were supporters.
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