The Rise & Fall of a White Collar Hooligan

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[man whistles tune]

[man] Un visiteur pour le prisonnier

de la cellule 18.

[French accent] Looks like

you made yourself a pretty home in here.

How long are you planning to stay?

You've been here a month now.

No one came for you.

You've had no visitors.

No one even asked for you.

No one wrote you a letter.

Don't you have family? Don't you have

a nice little girl you want to see?

I mean, I can make that happen.

I can put you on a train

back home today.

Just tell me what you know.

Your problem. Have a nice day.

[narrator] They think I'm just a thief.

I prefer the term white collar hooligan.

[man] Allume la lumiare

dans la cellule 18.

[narrator] This is my story.

[rap music]

[man] This is the police. All crowds

should disperse this area immediately.

[narrator] The beautiful game.

Our great nation's number one sport.

Every week,

hundreds of thousands of people

cram their way into these places

to follow their team.

I love it, and if you love it too,

you don't need me to explain.

If you don't know what I mean,

no explanation will ever

make you understand.

Being a part of the crowd, the mob,

gives you a great sense of power,

like animals in a pack.

We're strong because of the group.

We'll always be OK

'cause our mates have got our back.

I f***ing love this game,

the skill, the dedication

and the finesse on the pitch,

the awesome power

of the crowd in the stands.

F***ing fruit! Yeah, you!

Yeah, you, you f***ing pig c*nt!

- Oi, Mike.

- Come on, you f***ing mug!

- D*ckhead!

- F***ing hell. Oi, Mike!

Ed. Eddie Hill, mate.

What you doing here?

- Same thing as you.

- Hey, f*** you, you c*nt, you d*ckhead!

They're bringing the f***ing

tear gas out. You wanna go for a drink?

- The Duke's open.

- Let's go, mate.

Come on, let's f*** off.

Watch out, lads. Go on.

[Mike] A great man once said football

wasn't a matter of life and death.

It was more important than that.

He was right.

- What f***ing happened to him?

- F*** knows.

He's probably an accountant

by the sound of it.

- Oh, sh*t, mate.

- What?

- Oh. F*** me. I'm gonna have to go.

- F*** off.

- I thought we were going for a drink.

- Yeah. It's work, mate.

Not really something I can say no to.

I'll tell you what, let's have

a big one tonight, a proper catch-up.

- D'you know Terry's on Gloucester Road?

- I know it.

Perfect. Freshen up and we'll meet in

a couple of hours. We'll catch up then.

- A couple of hours?

- Two hours.

Two hours. All right, sweet.

Oi! Look at me

when I'm trying to talk to you.

- What you been doing with yourself?

- Bit of this, bit of that.

- Oh, sh*t. Unemployed.

- No, just not many jobs out there.

- Know what I mean, Ed?

- Bollocks.

There's f***ing hundreds of jobs around.

Loads of them.

Just nobody wants to do them.

Well, except retards.

Nobody wants to f***ing flip burgers

or wipe arses for minimum wage, do they?

- And who can blame them?

- I've been doing a lot of interviews.

Yeah, no, course, mate.

I'm not slagging you off.

I respect you. I think you've got

the right idea. Know your worth

Wait for the right opportunity

to come up.

You know the England manager

position's open? You should go for that

Yeah, very funny.

[laughs]

Give it up, mate.

Nicey Pricey is bad news.

She would chew you up and spit you out.

Actually, mate, I do have a bit of work

on I could throw your way.

Give me a call on this number if

you want a bit of cash for some driving.

I really appreciate that, Ed.

I'm just not looking

to get into anything dodgy right now.

- You know what I mean, mate?

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