Remember the Titans Page #5

!! Up to the spirit

in the sky!!

!! Goin' up to the spirit

in the sky!!

I ain't lookin' at that

for 2 weeks, man.

Take it down.

!! When I die!!

You can close your eyes

for 2 weeks, all I care.

Why don't you look at your wall

and I'll look at mine?

I'll look

wherever I want to,

and I don't want to be

looking at that for 2 weeks.

Then you better use your

X-ray vision, Superman,

and look right through it,

'cause it ain't comin' down.

Aah!

Fight!

Fight?

Fight!

Follow me!

Come on! Come on!

All right,

wait up!

Get off me!

Get off me!

Get him off.

Get off me!

Bunch of tough guys, huh?

You look like a bunch

of fifth-grade sissies

after a cat fight.

You got anger. That's good.

You're gonna need it, son.

You got aggression.

That's even better.

You're gonna

need that, too,

butany2-year-oldchild

can throw a fit.

Foot ball is about

controlling that anger.

Harnessing that aggression

into a team effort

to achieve perfection!

Some coaches,

they cut a player

if they think

he's not up to snuff.

When they think

he's hurting the team.

This is

a public school program.

I will never, ever

cut a player

who comes out

to play for me,

but when you put

that uniform on,

that Titan uniform,

you better come to work.

We will be perfect...

in every aspect of the game.

You drop a pass,

you run a mile.

You miss a blocking assignment,

you run a mile.

You fumble the football,

and I will break my foot off

in your John Brown hind parts...

and then you will run a mile.

Perfection!

Let's go to work.

Move!

Move those feet!

Get up, boy! Get up! Get up!

Get up! Get up! Get up!

Keep those heads up!

Keep those feet moving!

Everything

we gonna do is changing.

We are change.

We're gonna change

the way we run.

We're gonna change

the way we eat.

We're gonna change

the way we block.

We're gonna change

the way we tackle.

We're gonna change

the way we win.

Defense is desire!

Fire and desire.

Defense! Come on!

Get up. Get outta here.

Go run. Go.

Unh!

Keep those legs movin'!

Keep those legs apart!

Keep movin:
keep movin'.

Keep that ball with you till

you get outta the briar patch.

Show me, son! Show me, 'Bama!

Show me, 'Bama!

Jump on that ball carrier

like a starving man

on a Christmas ham.

Hut!

Fumble! Fumble!

What is wrong with you?

Why are you fumbling

my football?

My blockers were bad.

Your blockers

ain't got nothin'

to do with you

holding the ball!

Did your blockers

fumble the football,

or did you fumble

the football?

I did, sir.

All right. How many

feet are in a mile?

How many feet

are in a mile?

You pick this ball up,

you run every one of them!

You're killing me, Petey!

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