The Football Factory Page #2

See you, you c*nt. I'll cut you first.

And that was his idea

of a good day out.

You f***in' mugs!

But underneath the fun and games

and Range Rovers, Blliy was bitter,

cos he hever got to run our firm.

Harris was top boy and that was that.

He was smarter than Billy

and ran things like an army unit.

Deep down Billy knew he'd never be leader

and because of that he hated Zeberdee.

Why? Simple...

Zeberdee looked up

to Harris and not him.

And the more Zeberdee looked up to Harris,

the more Billy bullied him.

And what chance did Zeberdee have as a kid,

brought up in a concrete jungle

on glue and hate?

I don't envy the young 'uns any more.

It's a nightmare.

Warfare from the playground upwards and you

know what you have to do to survive in combat.

Aargh!

Just like me and Rod,

him and Raff are best mates,

only difference being

they're thieving little c*nts.

In case you're wondering, we call him Zeberdee

cos he loves sniffin' powder.

And one dayn it'll be his downfall.

Hold your hand out, Raff.

- What?

- Hold your hand out.

You're just a f***in' kid,

ain't you?

Hold your hand out, Bill.

Do what?

Hold it out like Raff

and we'll see how old you are.

Oooh.

No, let's have it right.

You trying to mug me off?

Oh, shut up.

I'm only f***in' about an' that.

- What d'you mean, "f***in' about"?

- What?

What d'you mean, "what"?

You know, just...

Well, don't f***in' just.

Leave it out.

You trying to wind me up?

Ain't trying to wind anyone up.

I'm f***in' serious.

What I want to know is, what makes

you think you can come in here

and mug me off in front of my pals?

I... I didn't mean nothing by it, Bill.

It was only a bubble, that's all.

Just a bubble?

What you talking to me

in that f***in' muggy rhyming slang for?

I never f***in' liked you,

you little c*nt.

You're a wrong 'un,

just like your old man.

He was a degenerate f***in' drunk.

Do you know what I'm thinking?

I'm thinking I should take you

outside and open you up.

- Leave it out, Bill.

- Leave what f***in' out?

What, d'you wanna get

involved an' all, do you?

Don't be stupid.

I'm just saying, he's only a kid.

No, let's have it right, Tom.

If he's old enough to run round givin' it large,

f***in' bashing people up with us,

he's old enough to talk for himself.

I'll tell you something, Zeberfuckindee,

I think I should take you outside

and teach you a lesson

for mugging me off and making me look a c*nt

in front of my f***in' pals.

I...

I didn't say nothing.

Come on, outside,

you little f***in' stumblebum.

Leave it out, eh?

Stop mutterin' and stutterin'

and f***in' liven yourself up.

I f***in' had you there!

F***in' hell, Zeb,

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