Goal of the Dead Page #3

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Right, I am the law.

Now get lost!

A**hole!

Bunch of little shits.

I'll get you.

TELEPHONE RELAY 12km

from the city centre

There are 2 ways. At home,

I cook it in a pot.

It's better in oven,

there's less juice.

Do you put cream in it?

Never.

- Beer?

- Yeah, beer.

Sh*t!

I'm really sorry. You OK?

Yes, I'm fine.

So then,

Sam Lorit, going back home

seems like a moment

to take stock.

That's going a bit far. I've

still got some miles left in me.

What will it feel like to be

back on the Caplongue pitch?

Well, it's...

How to put it?

- Moving, right?

- Yeah.

That's it.

Exactly, very moving.

Memories flooding back.

Your parents must

be proud of you.

My Mum ran off when I was

a kid, and my dad...

He's gone.

Gone where?

You know, gone. So to speak.

Oh, right, he's dead.

Yeah.

Do you think you'll

move back to Caplongue

after so long away?

Of course, I'm seriously

thinking of moving back.

With my old friends, we could open a

restaurant and train the local kids.

- Really?

- Sure.

I'm just like anyone else,

I want a quiet life,

to raise my kids, and be

involved in my home town.

I think my fame could

really help the place.

BAR IN CAPLONGUE

TOILETS IN BAR IN CAPLONGUE

Well? Does it look real?

Yeah.

All the player's

wives have got them.

I hadn't noticed.

If my Mum saw it, she'd kill me.

- You gonna sulk all night?

- I'm not sulking.

There's a coach-load

of hot guys coming!

And you've got that

crush on Lorit.

It's not a crush.

Idon't give a sh*t!

Really, you could

make an effort.

- Think Idriss will notice me?

- You're hard to miss.

He's got such a great

body and face.

He's young yet old. There's

only 5 years between us.

Imagine if he kissed me,

or we made love.

Footballer's wife is not a life.

They're bored all day while

their guys play ball.

They don't work.

They get cheated on, they

must all be alcoholics.

It's great.

What if we can't get near them?

Why are you such a downer?

Lighten up, have some fun!

With a Mum like yours,

it's weird you're so...

Or rather so not... You know.

Where is she, anyway?

In Thailand with her new guy.

Cool!

Remember when we used

to dress the same?

Excuse me for being feminime.

Right.

Who's this lot?

What a bunch of freaks!

Damn, I haven't been vaccinated.

You're such a jerk.

Caplongue! caplongue!

Jump if you're from Caplongue!

Jump if you're from Caplongue!

Sell out!

Sell out! Get lost!

Go home Lorit sell out!

Go home!

How are you, buddy?

We're going to destroy you. We'll

make you weep, out your ass.

You talking to me?

- An autograph?

- No, get lost.

I like you.

Idriss!

Sam, hey!

If you'd said, we'd have

gone in the back door.

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