Necessary Roughness

Synopsis: Due to NCAA sanctions, the Texas State University Fightin' Armadillos must form a football team from their actual student body, with no scholarships to help, to play their football schedule. With fewer players than most teams, the makeshift team must overcome obstacles that the best teams in the country couldn't deal with. Using a 34 year old quarterback, a female placekicker and a gang of misfits, Ed "Straight Arrow" Genero must take his team to play the number one Texas Colts.

Genre: Comedy, Sport

Director(s): Stan Dragoti

Actors: Scott Bakula, Hector Elizondo, Robert Loggia, Harley Jane Kozak

Production: Paramount Pictures


IMDB:: 6.1
Rotten Tomatoes:: 31%

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: PG-13
Year:: 1991
: 108 min
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It's a touchdown! TSU wins|its third nationaI championship!
From champs to chumps.
The Texas State|Fighting ArmadiIIos
were the greatest coIIege team|in history; now, they're history.
The commission slapped Texas State|with a list of infractions,
including recruiting violations,|steroid abuse,
illegal payments to players|and, of course, grade tampering.
These guys' yearbook photos|could act as mug shots!
Joining us tonight is the legendary|Ed 'Straight Arrow' Gennero.
The man who sacked five players|for taking money but still won.
Thanks for joining us.|What's the Iatest on the ArmadiIIos?
The penaIties against Texas State|wiII set an exampIe.
And the pIayers?
The pIayers have been expeIIed,|and aII the coaches fired.
- WiII they get new pIayers?|- They must be reaI students.
No more schoIarships,|no more monkey business,
or eIse no more footbaII.
Mr Gennero, Carver Purcell,|President of Texas State.
l know who you are.|What can l do for you?
The commission came down hard|on us, and the heat in the press...
Now wait a minute. lf you want me|to go easy on you...
l'm offering you|head coach at Texas State.
- Nice show, Ed.|- Thank you.
- l'm finished with football.|- Total control. No pressure to win.
- Run a clean programme.|- Last time they fired me!
The boosters fired you.|We don't have them any more.
We need a man who'll bounce|a player if he takes money.
You need an image.
l'm offering you the opportunity|to show the world this can be done.
You know, your way? Think about it.
Get used to it!
This may be the biggest crowd|we draw all year!
The Cotton Bowl to the dust bowl!
l'm outta my mind letting you|talk me into this!
Building a team from an actual|student body? Mass suicide!
Good to see you, Wally.|Come on.
l thought you'd be pleased,|working together again.
Why should l be pleased?|l could coach my own team.
Coaching football|in London doesn't count.
lt was a good deal. With only|one personal hygiene class.
By the way, l understand|you're off the sauce.
Don't change the subject.|l shouldn't be second banana.
l'll give you free hand.|Stick to defence, offence is mine.
You're the big 'O',|l'm the little 'd'.
Don't start with me.
Your trouble is you bottle|things up, it's not healthy.
Something on my mind, l say it.
Sometimes it's best|to keep your mouth shut.
l suppose l should learn|to dress nice and kiss ass.
At least l'm not taking nitro pills.
- You tell Purcell about that?|- He didn't ask.
Good to be back, huh?
So what do you say?|Equal partners?
Hey...thanks.
Thanks.
This is Chuck Neiderman, the voice|of the Fighting ArmadiIIos!
This season, we need more|than your support.
If any of you can pass,|bIock or kick,
report to the gym at three o'cIock|for open footbaII try-outs!
Way to go! Come on!
- l like the cowboy.|- Have him!
You call yourselves Armadillos?|Sorry-assed civilian slime!
Screw you!
Sir. They didn't have this many|deserters in the Republican Guard!
- Are you all that you can be?|- Sir, yes, sir!
- lt's a little too much.|- Sir, yes, sir.
- Move it!|- Sir, yes, sir!
- Go!|- All right, all right!
Look at that kid.|Got the heart of a lion.
- And the legs of a chicken!|- lt's Charlie Banks.
The only player from last year|that survived the purge.
He was a walk-on.|Not a minute of playing time.
- Just one thing l like about him.|- What's that?
- He wouldn't quit.|- Just what we need.
Let's go!
Set!
Hut!
AII right, Popke,|show me the arm, son!
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