Handsome Devil Page #6

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the new star out-half.

The players worshiped Pascal.

Number nine, congratulations.

You have an

announcement to make?

- No.

- Yeah, you do.

No.

You do.

Come on number nine.

Everybody, I just noticed

number nine tackling

and it's clear that

he has something else

on his mind so I'm guessing it's

because you and your

boyfriend are engaged

to be married.

The hell are you doing

breastfeeding the tacklebag?

Hit it.

You afraid to be hit?

Go sign up for the school opera.

I'm sure they're short

a few tavern wenches.

Everyone, gather round.

Time to get serious.

It is the nature of the

school that you hear

a lot of talk about

opening your mind

and the value of a

rounded education.

Bullshit.

We're about to walk

onto a battle field.

And once we do, the

last thing we need

is empathy for our fellow

man, to be feeling things.

Conor is leading us

out and he will have

a target on his back.

So from now on, men,

you're not a team,

it's a war zone

and you're in the army.

Shouldn't you be asleep?

Shouldn't you?

I'm not the one playing in

the quarter final tomorrow.

That is why I'm not sleeping.

I can't, me nerves.

You're gonna win.

You don't know that.

I don't know the

first thing about rugby

but I feel it in my bones.

Are you gonna be there?

It's not really my team.

This one time,

before you came here,

one of your teammates flushed

my head down the toilet.

So that is not going

on my autobiography.

You're better off without me.

I will be rooting

for you though.

Single file,

gentlemen, single file.

Conor, your old

man's out at the bar,

says he wants to

buy us all a drink.

Watch out, coming through.

Coming through, coming

through, here we are.

Watch yourself boys.

Help yourself.

Have a drink with

your old man, son.

Fine with water, thanks.

We can't toast the victory

without a man's drink, huh?

To my son, the athlete.

And to all you fine young men.

Cheers.

Conor later told

me that if he hadn't had

that first drink, his night

would've ended very differently.

Your dad is a

complete inspiration.

Best thing about

watching you play today

was realizing that all that

rubbish in the last school

was just rubbish.

That was the real

you today, huh?

I loved you today.

I loved you again.

You felt like my son again.

Not that sh*t from before.

Now come on, jump in and I'll

give you a lift back, huh?

We'll have a chats.

I'm getting the train.

Son...

After walking

for hours, I found

a cinema showing a

subtitled film about

a nun which was long.

I ended up late for the

coaches back to school

and that's when I saw Conor.

The idea was that I

would surprise him.

Far too young, sorry pal.

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