Goal of the Dead Page #2

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We don't want bad press.

We don't like Diago

because he's Parisian.

It's a bit like you. Are you

from Paris or here? Who knows?

There's no doubt,

I'm from Caplongue.

- Remind me, where you born?

- Paris.

There you go.

What does that mean? Come on!

My Mum was in Paris and went into labour.

It was an accident.

You're a Parisian!

Hands off the Caplongue anthem.

You've not right.

Pitt, tell him to stop.

Am I from here or not?

Michael, let's say today

is an iniation test.

To be sure you're one of us.

If you pass, you're in.

All for one, Michael.

If you ever cop out

to protect your

Parisian buddies,

you know what to expect. Right?

No, we have to find

something else.

We've got to lose

the Ivorian bit.

We need something

that'll knock them out.

- Will you let me take a look?

- No.

I'm really sorry. That guy was

really getting in my face.

No big deal. Just a nose bleed.

Luckily.

Are we on for the interview?

Let's go Sam. Come on, guys!

I'm sorry!

- Come on. Galliano.

- Thanks, coach.

That's good, let's go.

Souleiman, let's go.

The Parks, come on.

You're really doing my head in.

Come on, lets go.

Yeah, OK, come on, hurry up.

Parisians, all virgins,

Caplongue, big schlong.

Nah, too complicated.

What we need is...

Paris! Paris! F*** you!

Yeah, that works.

Classic, but effective.

Come on, let's do that.

Paris, Capital city,

Paris, you're so shitty.

Paris, city of light.

Paris, you're so shine.

Paris! Paris! F*** you!

Paris! Paris! F*** you!

Hello, gentlemen.

- Hello, boss.

- Not boss, Captain.

So, are you Dingoes

cooking up trouble?

It's the Coyotes, boss.

And I just told

you, it's Captain.

I can see you're prepared.

It'll end as bad as

that Amiens match.

No way, we love the Parisians.

We even hang out wit one.

Michael's pure Parisian.

I'm not Parisian!

You were born there.

Captain, please don't

start with that.

Popeye to Teddy,

we're counting on you

to kick things off!

Turn that off! I told

those things are banned.

And what's that there?

No, those are my flares.

For personal use.

- Lower the window.

- No, I can't.

You lot asked for this!

Stadium ban!

Anything but that! We'll

do whatever you want.

It's the best day of our lives!

Well, use it to reflect

on your existence.

I'm getting sick of soccer.

A bunch of idiots watching

more idiots chasing a ball.

They shout and fight,

dont respect anything.

If it was up to me, I'd ban it.

We've got our tickets

so we're going.

I'll see security

doesn't let you in.

That's not fair.

What's that? I say what's

fair and what's not.

- Who's the law round here?

- You.

I can't hear you. Who's the law?

You're the law.

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