Fan 1: What about last season?
Fan 2: What about it?
Fan 1: They were rubbish. They were fucking rubbish.
Fan 2: They weren't that bad.
Fan 1: They were fucking rubbish last year. And they were fucking rubbish the year before. And I don't care if they are top of the League, they'll be fucking rubbish this year, too. And next year. And the year after that. I'm not joking.
Fan 2: I don't know why you come, Frank. Honest I don't.
Fan 1: Well, you live in hope, don't you?
Sarah Hughes: So you don't get many Micky Thomas moments in real life?
Paul Ashworth: You don't a lot in football either.
Paul's Dad: Look, we don't have to go to Arsenal every time I'm in London, do we? I thought we'd be beyond that stage now.
Young Paul: We'll never be beyond that stage.
Paul Ashworth: Leave it up to Arsenal to score one goal when they need two.
Steve: You want them to score the second goal before they score the first?
Paul Ashworth: Why is it that adults aren't supposed to go mad about anything? You gotta keep a lid on it. And if you don't then people are apparently entitled to say what they like. "You haven't grown up. You're a moron. Your conversation is trivial and boorish. You can't express your emotional needs. You can't relate to your children." And you die, lonely and miserable. But you know, what the hell, every cloud has a silver lining.
