Necessary Roughness

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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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