Mean Machine Page #3

One more thing:
what goes on

on the pitch stays on the pitch.

- Deal?

- Goes without saying.

I am a marketing genius.

You'd better get yourself some rest,

superstar. Busy day tomorrow.

We'll see.

- Remember, anything you need.

- I'm fine, thanks.

- Yeah? That's not what I heard.

- What?

I could have been a pro. I was very good.

They were gonna take me on, only I had

a bit of trouble and blah blah blah.

The old knees, I suppose, yeah?

Bomb-making.

Otherwise, you know...

Well, I'm sure

it was a big loss to the game.

I've gotta go, but I'll catch you later.

All right, Nitro?

D*ckhead.

Yes, Razzle Dazzle. Came second?

What's the problem, darlin'?

- That's not possible.

- It's very possible, sweets.

That's not possible.

I think you owe me five G, darlin'.

Have a nice day.

So, what happened to your marketing?

It's early days yet.

You've got to give it a bit of time, Dan.

Danny, over here, mate.

Here we go.

Yes. Now, I can say I've had a kick-about

with Danny the "Mean Machine".

Burnin' in me head!

Burnin' in me head!

It's all right. I'll go and get it.

Found a new bum chum, have we?

Makes you feel big, does he?

He's just using you.

Once he finds his feet in here,

he'll dump you on your fat, black arse.

You jumped up little sh*t.

Mr Ratchett, sir,

whilst I don't wish to be rude,

I do believe that you watched too many

Tarzan films as an impressionable child.

Don't you get smart with me.

Do you understand?

Now get out of my sights.

- What happened to you?

- Nothing.

Sykes' boys look pretty useful.

Don't even think about it. Who do you think

has been stopping everyone from playing?

I loved your work, man.

Sorry?

I never believed any of the talk.

I can't believe it. Look. Here you are.

Cheers.

That buys you three across, mate.

- Then you can teach me.

- Have a nice one.

Will you teach me, yeah?

Teach you what?

All that, you know.

All them soccer skills. All that.

Sorry, do what?

You know, like the pro's. All that caper.

Yeah?

I gotta go, but we'll stick a pin in it, all right?

Yeah, lovely. We'll stick a pin in it. Lovely.

Fan club.

Bloody stalker.

- What's three across?

- What?

I just saw a bloke pay money

for a strip of crossword.

Ah, Sykes!

Yeah, three across, four letters:

acid.

The governor lets Sykes get his "Racing

Times" and other papers special delivery.

He thinks it helps Sykes work out form

and give him tips.

He doesn't know

that they're pre-soaked in acid.

He's actually smuggling

Sykes' drugs in for him.

It came second, and it cost me L5,000.

You must have made the wrong bet.

W for win.

Win.

It's got smudged in the rain.

EW.

EW means each way.

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