Hooligans Page #5

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# Fortune's always hiding

# I've looked everywhere

# I'm forever blowing bubbles

# Pretty bubbles in the air #

United!

United! United!

Come on, you Irons!

Come on, you Irons!

Look out, mate.

We're the most watched country in the world.

Keep your head down.

[Indistinct Tannoy announcements]

[# Kasabian:
Stuntman]

Sweet, innit? Come on.

[Whistle blows]

...you monkeys!

Get the f*** out of here!

Come on, you Irons!

F***ing have him, my son.

He's in the box.

What the f***?!

[Whistle blows]

Let's go!

Go on, you f***ing kill me!

Come on!

- Dirty northern bastards!

- You f***ing wanker!

Come on, you f***ing Zulu c*nt!

I want you, you c*nt! You f***ing mug!

I don't f***ing believe it! He's over there!

It's f***ing Bovver! Look, he's over there!

Go on, son!

F***ing A!

There he is. Oi, Bov. F***ing quality, son.

- Stuff of legend.

- You had your hands full, didn't you?

It ain't over yet.

Word is these twats are gonna have a pop.

- What you heard?

- The usual. F***ing Zulus.

They're mobbing up on the Tube right now.

It's gonna kick off near East Ham.

- Time to go, then, boys.

- What are we standing here for?

- Let's get 'em.

- Maybe I should head home.

- You know where you're going?

- Bank station, right?

Yeah. Keep your head down.

Birmingham lot will be on the Tube.

- I'll manage.

- Wouldn't he be better in a crche?

Don't get on at East Ham.

Any trouble, just walk the other way.

- Don't worry.

- [Pete] Let's go, eh?

Get him!

- Look, I don't want any trouble!

- A f***ing Yank.

- Why's a Yank running with the GSE?

- I don't know anything about the GSE.

- I'm just a tourist.

- How about we leave you with a souvenir?

- Ever heard of a Chelsea grin, huh?

- Come on, please!

Do you take American Express?

I bet the Major gave out

his share of Chelsea grins,

back when the GSE weren't so sloppy

to leave one of their own behind.

We don't leave our mates behind.

- You horrible bastard.

- Look, he's getting away! Let's go!

- Down this side.

- I'll get the van.

- Where the f***'s he gone?

- Where the f*** is he?

I'm getting too old for this sh*t.

Seriously, I could use a beer and a lie-down.

- [Horn beeps]

- Oh, here he is.

- Get it out of first.

- Can't get it out your mum.

- She has to be financed.

- Come on, back to the Abbey.

- Whose round is it?

- Whose round do you think it is?

- [Ned] It's not my round.

- Oh, shut up moaning.

It stinks.

- F*** off!

- Come on, boys. Let's f***ing have him!

Let's have the little c*nt!

- Zulu! Zulu! Zulu! Zulu! Zulu!

- What the f***'s that?

Well, come on, then! What you f***ing

standing there for, you c*nts?

Oh, here we go.

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