....IN THE FIELD :

_ D' you hate?
_ What...??
_ Do you hate..?
_ Why... Why d' you ask me that..?
_ I hate... I hate a lot...
_ ...You're too young for that...
_ ...Too young.. You are born with this... Can be read in people's eyes..
_ I ain't read anything in your eyes...
_ What do you know!!
_ What's you're excuse to hate so much, tell me...
_ Ain't need one, You do it! And that's all..
_ Look at all that people there, They don't hate....They go on with their lives.
_ Oh!... Yes they do... And more than me... Watch them, with their heads down...
Thinking 'bout the bastards got to live with...and...
_ ...You keep talking like that... Im gonna beat your balls...!
_ ...It's easy... Pssstch..!
_ Don't spit.
_ You teach me, you said; " That's how Vinny Lopez, does it! "
_ Yeah... But Vinny is best player of the league.. And you ain't nobody yet...
_ Well...Something I did get from you...
_ Yes, and you better fight to change that... Don't want you to be like me...
_ Yes, that's what Mum says...
_ You Mum talks too much shit, anyway.
_ Do Women talk shit all the time?
_ Oh..They're full of it! Got to take it, hold it... Everytime...
_ You took mum's??
_ Yeah... But I get tired of it.... And I fucked up...
_ ..And now...
_ Now what!
_ Now is Jack who shag's mum....
_ Fuck!! Don't talk that way 'bout your mother...! Im gonna break...
_ Maybe you should break Jack's....
_ Jack is a good man... Your mother deserves him...
_ Well, he says you're a losser son 'f bitch...
_ .... That's what he says, eh..... Cabroon!
_ Pssscht!
_ Beat the ball first, then you spit!
_ ...Maybe you should hit 'im up..
_ Your mother would kill me... And, Jack's probably right anyway...
_ If you say that again, im gonna kill him...!
_ Why?
_ B'couse I can't kill you!
_ I Like to hear some sense comin' out that mouth... Sunday I'll come to pick you
up with Pony..
_ She smells cheap!
_ Where's that coming from..? ,,, Thought you like her...
_ Mum says... D' you take her shit??
_ ... For the moment...
_ I still hate...
_ You'll get used to it, son... You 'll get used to it...


Written by the Blog's Author in March 1998 (London)