All language subtitles for Fever.Pitch.1997.720p.BRRip.XviD.AC3-RARBG - Copia3

We've both been pretending
that this is possible

and it's not, is it?

This wife and kids

and la-di-da life's great stuff.

lt's not on, any of it, is it?

All it took was
one bad football result

and we're now back

to ''life is shit
so what's the point?''

What lS the point?

l don't think
that Arsenal's home form

is a sturdy enough basis
for marriage and parenthood.

No.

Not even THlS season.

'..Give him a surprise enema.'

[Phone rings]

'Sir Nigel?'

[Paul] Hello?

'How are you?'

Oh, hi, Mum.

Yeah, just having a night in.

Yeah, l know. They were awful.

Yeah, yeah...

She's fine.

She...says hello.

Look, Mum, l've gotta go.

Supper's on the table.

l'll call you tomorrow.

Bye, Mum.

[Door opens]

Mr Ashworth, the play
was supposed to start

five minutes ago.
We're waiting.

No good, Miss.
He's got the hump.

Have you had a row?

[Class sniggers]

[Paul] Shut up, Holly.

OK, everyone into the hall.

Quietly!

How did Arsenal
get on last night?

YOU have a look.

Ooh...sorry.

They drew two-two.

What does that mean?

Dunno. Apart from bad.

lt means they have
to beat Liverpool away

to win the Championship.

Now, l've heard of Liverpool.

They're famous
for being good, aren't they?

Gary Lineker,
Peter Shilton, all that lot.

So Arsenal have no chance?

None whatsoever, it says here.

But do we really CARE that much?

Don't bounce it in here.

Miss Hughes.

Are you chewing?

No.

And finally, l probably
don't need to tell you

that the final
of the South Hertfordshire

Schools Cup Competition
takes place here

this afternoon at 4.30.

l'm sure you join me

in wishing Mr Ashworth
and the boys

the very best of luck.

Not that they'll need it.

l know that many of you

will be anxious to get home

to start your homework.

But...those who feel
they can spare the time,

and wish to lend
their vocal encouragement,

will be most welcome.

Thank you.

l think you stand

an extremely good chance...

[lnaudible]

[Kids shouting encouragement]

[Cheering]

How are we doing?

Losing one-nil.

Playing shit.

How long to go?

Almost finished.

[Whistle]

[Paul] Penalty!

Come on, somebody!

[Shouting from crowd]

lt's all down to you, Rob.

Good boy, Robert.

[Excited shouting]

[Whistle]

[Groans of disappointment]

Rob!

You're useless!

Sorry, sir. You don't
need to say anything.

l wasn't gonna say anything.

l should never have taken it.

No one else had the guts.

Yeah, so l'm stupid
as well as useless.

Doesn't matter.
You've had a brilliant season.

lt's not what l'm gonna
remember, though, is it?

Anyway...

Winning this afternoon

and Arsenal winning
tomorrow night...

- What would you go for?
- Tomorrow night, of course.

There you go, then.

What? You're telling me

Arsenal are gonna win
two-nil at Anfield.

Can't promise, can l?
There's a chance.

You've done your bit.
Missed a penalty.

lf that's what it takes,
it's worth it.

Yeah, 'course.

# What can l say?

# She's walking away

# From what we've seen

# What can l do?

# Still loving you

# lt's all a dream

# How can we hang on
to dreams?

# How can it really be

# The way it seems?

# What can l do?

# She's saying we're through

# With how it was

# What will l try?

# l still don't see why

# She says what she does

# How can we hang on
to dreams?

# How can it really be

# The way it seems? #

Good luck, sir.

You've got nothing
to worry about.

No chance.

Hope you get stuffed, sir.

- Hi.
- Oh, hi.

Off to watch the big match?

Yeah.

l just came
to wish you good luck.

Thanks.

The boys in my GCSE set

were trying to explain it to me.

You have to win two-nil, right?

- Yeah.
- lt's possible, isn't it?

You've got no chance, sir.

Shut up!

ls it right you've
handed in your notice?

Yeah. l need more money.
Child support.

We could've managed.
Between us.

lt'd be a bit awkward,

working in the next room

to the absent father
of your child.

Maybe.

Well, l'll be
thinking of you tonight.

Are you gonna watch?

l'm not sure.

My fifth-formers are having
and end-of-school party

and l've been invited.
But l'll try.

lt doesn't matter.
lt's only a stupid game.

[TV] 'The teams occupying

'first and second place
in the Championship.

'The last match of the season

'for the League Championship.

'The Anfield roar welcoming
and intimidating

'as we join our commentary team

'of David Pleat and Brian Moore.

'Thank you, Elton.

'Good evening, everybody.

'Arsenal on the pitch...

'with bouquets of flowers.

'Which l think are...'

We should be there.

You were the one who said

it wasn't worth the hassle.

l didn't know
it'd be the title decider.

Anyway, imagine all those

Scousers celebrating.

l'd rather be down here

with my own people.

..Person.

Thank you.

Oh, sorry.

# She's gone away,

# l don't know where

# Somewhere
l can't follow her...#

Thought you were
a football fan, Duncan.

That's why l can't
stand Arsenal.

- Sounds like an old joke.
- No joke.

- William?
- Hate football. And Arsenal.

Don't you wanna know
how they're getting on?

- No.
- Go on, l bet you do.

We wouldn't mind.

Mind if Miss Hughes
sticks the TV on?

She wants the football scores.

- l don't, really.
- Not much.

l wonder why. lf you must,

but just to find out the score.

OK.

[Pop music playing]

Still nil-nil, first half.

'lnto that crowd it goes.'

[Woman] There he is -

my mate, Mickey Thomas.

Shut up, Mum. He's useless.

l like him.

Shows what YOU know.

'They out-played them

'for most of the
Littlewoods Cup tie...'

Miracle of modern technology.

But it hasn't got
an aerial or nothing.

lt doesn't need one.

[Football commentator]
'Positive charge by Adams

'but it falls to Whelan.'

[Phone rings]

Oh, hello, love.

l was wondering
who'd dare ring tonight.

'Arsenal have some
very big chaps...'

Your brother'll have
the phone off the hook.

'lt'd be dangerous
to give away...'

No score. No, not really.

They don't look like they're
gonna let one in either.

Hold on.

'..Tangling with Whelan.

'Michael Thomas
getting to the byline.

'Danger for Liverpool.'

Oh!

- No!
- Ah!

That was it.
That was our chance.

No, there'll be others.

You reckon? l don't.

'Arsenal within a whisker

'of getting the goal they wanted

'early in this game.'

Let's go out.

..You're kidding.

No, let's go and get hammered.

Forget all about it.

l'm watching till the end.

Can't do that. Sorry.

'Just imagine the tension

'if Arsenal do manage
to snatch a goal.'

Sit down.

There's no point!

l'm off in a minute.

l'll just...stay till half-time.

'Everyone's looking
very closely at him.

'He's beginning to get
the mood of this game...'

l'll just see what
they've got to say.

Doin' OK, aren't we?

What's the use of OK?

Might as well
be losing eight-nil.

lf you want to win
a game two-nil,

you've got more chance
if it's nil-nil at half-time

than if you're
eight goals down.

You're living
in cloud cuckoo land!

Join the real world!

ln the real world,
it's nil-nil at half time!

Might as well be eight-nil.

Jesus, Paul,
you need medical help.

You've got some kind of disease

that turns people
into miserable bastards.

- Are you stayin'?
- No!

'l'm just wondering
at what stage

'George Graham will decide...'

Just watch a couple of minutes
of the second half.

'Winterburn and
Richardson behind it.

'Adams made a darting
little run in there.

'And Smith!'

- Y-E-E-ES!
- YES!

- Ha, ha!
- Yeah!

Yes! Yes! Yes!

'Liverpool players

'are surrounding the referee.'

He's gonna disallow it now.

Typical. Bet you
any money you like.

'He's coming to have
a word with the linesman.

'Now - a crucial decision here.

'Ronnie Whelan looking on there.

'The goal's been given.'

YE-E-ES!

lsn't that just like Arsenal?

They need two so they score one

just to get us all going.

You want 'em to score a second
before they scored the first?

'And what a game we have now.

'The breakthrough by Arsenal,

'their fans...

'are delighted.

'Back to Smith.

'Adams there with him.

'Merson...

'Richardson...

'A chance here...

'Thomas!'

Oh!

'..Grobbelar grabbed it.'

Told you. He's useless.

'Suddenly, Thomas,
totally unmarked...'

That's it.
l've had enough. l'm off.

Good. Fucking good riddance!

Are you coming?

No!

lt's M Y flat!

You try gettin' me out of it.

'And Hansen will get it back.

'Quarter of an hour left.'

They've scored!

OK, listen up, everyone.

l don't know what to say now.

[Everyone] Sasha!

Um, well, basically,
Miss Hughes,

we had a whip-round

and bought you
a thank-you present.

Was that it?

Brief and to the point.
Thank you.

Wait. There's a bit more.

Well, we didn't
like you at first

'cause you gave us
too much work.

But we really enjoyed it

and we think
we'll pass our exams

so you must be a good teacher.

Scott, who's at home
watching football,

says you're like George Graham

because you push us hard
and get results.

[Cheering]

Dinner's ready, guys!

[Cheers]

# Been around the world
and l, l, l

# l can't find my baby

# l don't know when,
l don't know why

# Why he's gone away

# And l don't know
where he can be

# My baby

# But l'm gonna find him

# l'm going to fi-i-i-ind him

# My...b-b-b-b-baby

# l did too much lying

# Wasted too much time

# Now l'm here and crying

# Now, now, now

# Been around the world

# and l, l, l...#

Highbury, please.

Whereabouts?

Just around the corner

from the Arsenal ground.

l don't wanna go there tonight.

Not now.

lt's in Liverpool, the football.

But l'm tapin' it, see.

They'll give
the game away there.

They'll be doin' their nut

or be as quiet as the grave.

You can go in and out

before the final whistle.

Come on, then.

# Lookin' for my baby

# Been around the world

# And l'm gonna... ##

You're an Arsenal fan, then?

Used to be, when l was a kid.

Charlie George an' all of them.

l don't go any more.

l'd bloody love 'em
to win tonight.

l'd bloody love it!

'Remember,
Arsenal need two goals.

'At the moment, they have one.

'lf it stays this way,

'Liverpool will be Champions
for the 1 9th time.'

We shouldn't even have turned
the TV on this evening.

'But will it stay this way?'

What did we think would happen?

l don't reckon l'll be able
to carry on after this.

l won't be able to...

pick myself up.

Well, to get this close!

'Unless there is
an amazing and dramatic...'

Why did l listen to you?

Me?

You said we had a chance!

Well, we did. We do!

We're practically
in injury time!

'Arsenal have powered forward

'in search of the second goal.'

l might start supporting a team

that never wins.

Orient or someone.

At least you know
where you stand.

You don't lay yourself open

to situations like this.

[Door buzzer]

'..His team-mate,
John Aldridge...'

Can you believe that?

You're on your way out.

See what they want
when you're down there.

'Presumably,
we'll have to go on.

'And remember,

'Arsenal have both
substitutes already on.'

[Door buzzer]

'One minute to go.

'McMahon has got the word
from the Kop, obviously.

'But nobody knows
quite how much time

'the referee will add on.'

This is awful!

lt's like the end of the world!

'lf Arsenal ARE
to lose the Championship,

'having had such
a lead at one time,

'it's somewhat poetic justice

'that they have the result

'even though
they're not to win it.'

Oh, shut up, Pleat.

[Door buzzer again]

'You can see we're now

'well into time added on.'

Will you please,
please, please, please

please just fucking fuck off!

You have arrived during
the worst 60 seconds of my life

and l don't want to see you!

[Slams window shut]

l ask you! What sort
of berk would do that?

You'd just about forgive
an alien from Planet Tharg

but even then, you'd...

Where you going?

You're mad!
You might miss something!

'Adams is after his man.

'But Barnes will not be denied.

'Yes, he will, by Richardson.

'Down and injured.

'Streaming forward now

'in what will be
their last attack.

'Good ball by Dixon,
finding Smith.

'To Thomas.

PA-A-A-A-A-AUL!

'Charging through
the midfield, Thomas!'

'lt's up for grabs now...

'Thomas!

'Right at the end.'

A-A-A-A-A-A-AH!

'An unbelievable climax

'to the League season!'

A-A-A-A-A-A-AH!

Mickey Thomas!

Yeah!

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Oh!

Oh...

How much injury time is there?

They've had
two minutes already.

They'll go straight up
the other end

and score.

[Football commentary]

[Whistle]

'That's the final whistle.

'Arsenal, the Champions.'

And Ashworth has done it!

Arsenal!

Arsenal!

We are the Champions!

YEAH!

[Tumultuous cheering]

# From the dark end
of the street

# To the bright side
of the road

# We'll be lovers once again

# On the bright side
of the road

YES!

# Little darling, come with me

# You can help me
share my load

# From the dark end
of the street

# To the bright side
of the road...#

l KNEW we'd do it.

l had this feeling.

Oh, yeah?

You're a lying bastard.

No, no, honestly.

On the surface,

l was all negativity and doubt.

But on the inside,
you gotta believe, haven't you?

# Baby, some time

# l feel some time,
l don't know why...

[Chanting football songs]

# Let's enjoy it while we can

# Let's enjoy it while we can

# Help me sing my song

# Help me sing my song

# Little darling, follow me

# To the bright side
of the road

# From the dark end
of the street

# From the dark end
of the street

# To the bright side of the road

# To the bright side
of the road... #

[Cheering and singing]

l AM sorry.

No.

No, thank YOU.

l wouldn't have
missed this for the world!

PAUL!

Friend of yours?

A guy l work with.

He's enjoying himself.

Yeah.

l've never seen him so happy.

[Paul] When l think back

to the 26th of May, 1 989 now,

it's impossible to explain

exactly what happened
to either of us.

All three of us
if you count the team.

But l do know this -

my relationship
with Arsenal changed that night.

lt was as if l'd jumped on
to the shoulders of the team

and they'd carried me
into the light

that had suddenly
shone down on all of us.

And the lift they gave me

enabled be to part company
with them in some ways.

We still see
each other all the time

and l still love them
and hate them.

But l have my own life now.

My successes and failures

aren't necessarily
linked up with theirs.

That's got to be
a good thing, l suppose.

Life's never
gonna be this good again.

Fuck off. Don't start on me.

No, you don't get...

- What's his name?
- Michael Thomas.

You don't get Michael Thomas
moments in real life.

You don't get many
in football, either.

l'm not in such a state, am l?

l didn't need saving after all.

What?

Let's not get carried away.

You're still
a tragic human being.

Do we look particularly
tragic tonight?

Didn't see many
Miss Jean Brodies

leaping around the streets.

All too busy writing out
tomorrow's lesson plans.

Where did you find
the term ''lesson plan''?

You've never planned a lesson.

l've got better things to do.

Oh, is that right?

ls, er, is George Graham
really horrible?

Why?

No reason.

Has somebody else
noticed the resemblance?

Yeah. My fifth-formers.

Hah! He has the reputation

of being mean and dour

and unapproachable and...

OK, OK. Thank you, Paul.

l think l get the message.

And driven!

# l think l'm going back

# To the things
l learned so well

# ln my youth

# l think l'm returning to...

# Those days
when l was young enough

# To know the truth

# Now there are no games

# To only pass the time

# No more electric trains

# No more trees to climb

# But thinking young
and growing older

# ls no sin

# And l can play

# The game of life to win

# l can recall a time...

# When l wasn't ashamed

# To reach out to a friend

# Now l think l've got...

# A lot more than just
my toys to lend

# Now there's more to do

# Than watch
my sail boats glide

# And every day can be...

# A magic carpet ride

# A little bit of courage

# ls all we lack

# So catch me if you can...

# l'm going back #