Hoosiers Page #3

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This is not funny.

The five players on the floor function as

one single unit. Team, team, team, right?

No one more important than the other.

Pop it. Pop. Get rid of it.

Come on, let's go.

Come on, big guy. Let's go! Switch!

Get rid of it! Get rid of it! Higher!

Come on, let's go!

Come on, come on, come on, come on!

No team of mine will ever run out

of steam before its opponents.

With only five players, we can't afford to.

Go! Let's move! Let's go!

- Can I help you?

- Just checkin' the boys.

We heard you got crazy ways of coachin'.

No shootin'. Practisin' without a ball.

We got some concern

about the way matters are being handled.

We'll do this every day.

You'll be in the best shape of your lives.

- It feels like we're in the army.

- You are. You're in my army.

Every day between three and five.

Listen, guys, practice is closed to

outsiders. I don't want any distractions.

- Outsiders?

- Coach Tidd never closed practices.

That was Coach Tidd.

This is something else.

- Yeah?

- Hi. I'm Rollin Butcher.

My son's got something to say to you.

Sorry, Coach, about walking out. I'd be

obliged if I got myself another chance.

Won't happen again. You're the boss.

OK. There's still an hour

of practice. Get dressed.

My boys get a little mixed up. You get any

trouble from Rade or Whit, let me know.

Coach here says he's closing practice

to outsiders. You ever...

- I'll handle this.

- No, I got this.

This man's got a job to do. He wants you

outta here. You'd better be on your way.

Make two lines facing me.

Let's go. Come on.

Bend your knees, get your butt down.

Left hand up, right hand down.

To your right. Let's go!

To your left. Let's go! Come on, move!

Oh, don't worry about George. He'll be

right with you when you start winning.

Cletus! My friend, my good friend.

Friend of years, friend of tears.

You're looking fit and fiddle.

Wilbur "Shooter" Flatch,

this is Norman Dale, our new coach.

- How are you?

- Coach.

Clete, did you tell him? Sectionals in '33.

One point down.

Five, four, three, two, one...

I let her fly!

In and out. Yeah. Well, I was fouled.

If you had some small change...

The missus and I have had

a parting of the ways.

- Get you something to eat.

- Oh, my friend. My dear fine friend.

Give it up.

- It's only two bits.

- Give it up.

- Sorry, Everett.

- It ain't your fault.

- He's my friend of years.

- I don't wanna hear it, Dad.

Jimmy, I didn't see you in class today.

Any reason you want to tell me about?

You know, in the ten years that I coached,

I never met anybody who

wanted to win as badly as I did.

I'd do anything I had to do

to increase my advantage.

Anybody who tried to block

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